Emotion

Tears became ashes
As I scream so hard.
I even asked before,
with a dagger in my hand:
"when will my misery come to its end?"

Every night I cried, feeling so alone
Sitting in the dark corners with my own.
I often think of slitting my wrist
while remembering all the things I often miss.

Sometimes I just want to die,
But I just can't even how many times I try
Hate, sometimes, can bring me to insanity
And sometimes, it leads me to stupidity.

How many times, I wonder
Can anger will make me feel better?
Even if sometimes I became really high
I just wanna stop and close my eyes.

I'm tired of this misery,
So sick of being silly,
I even feel so empty
Breaking free from those bitter-sweet memories.

I always end up hating myself,
Hiding all the pain I felt
Wiping those tears I shed
And waiting for my time to come to its end. . .