#95 sigh, pray for me

Should I keep going?
Because I had enough of these,
and I just want to run away from everything.

Should I keep writing?
Everything that my heart is dying to say,
but it seems like it reaches no one,
no one bats an eye on me.

I'm dying,
I'm living a meaningless life lately,
I'm crying,
I'm screaming my lungs out,
but nothing, no one can help me.

Summer is dying.
As it passes by the toughest days yet of my life,
then autumn, please wilt me away.
I will be emotionless,
if it seems like I'm cheery, believe me it's all just an act,
in which I wish,
that snowy winter will freeze me to death, hopefully.
If my heart is dead, then let my body die too.
And when the spring comes,
let the flowers bloom on my grave.

I have become as honest as I am to everyone,
as I have to myself.
But I am taken for granted,
forsaken and berated,
as well as being misunderstood.

Honestly,
it gets tougher everyday.

I don't want to wake up every morning every now and then,
I just want to sleep through, wishing I'd be snap out of this nightmare.

I might be succumbed to the shadows,
I might have to take a bow from this stage.

The truth is,
I want you,
to be where I want you to,
here, right here beside me.

I want to get away,
and live the life I always wanted.

I will keep praying for the chance to come,
when it comes I will waste no time.

I want to be free, I want to be alive,
I want to be with the sun, and you,

alone.