O, Lost

Dark, darker, darkest times...

The world is a f*****g hypocrite and so am I

How could things be different but, not entirely different?

How could things be ironically connected?

It's like the sun and the moon

Life and death

Sadness and happiness 

Two different things but, awfully connected 

My mind is a labyrinth of questions and regrets 

Nowhere to escape from

No hope to hold on

No dreams to achieve

Mindlessly swimming through the ocean of time

I am tired

Tired of exactly everything that happened to me

Facing everyday with reason of what has to be

At night

Tears never failed to visit me

What a load of drama!

Is it? or is it not?

To be honest, I don't even know

None at all

I screamed at the top of my lungs

I cried a river of tears

Why would I bother reasoning out

When I finally realized...

No one cares

Let it die like a beggar in the streets

Let it fall like a leaf on the tree

Let me cry the last time

Let me give up

I need everything to stop

I badly want to rest

Please..

I'm begging you

Let me have peace

Lads, this isn't goodbye

For I can only say 

I'm done

I'm done 

I am done

What could have gone so wrong?

What exactly made things happen this way?

The world is a f*****g hypocrite ...

and so am I

Author's Note

I poured it out...