BEING ME

Watching the sun rise every morning,
Duly waking upright
With a moaning sigh.
As the birds are flying high over the sky,
Oh, pity! Oh, so sad!
Lying down on the couch, waiting
And waiting............
For someone to just burst in
Drag me out of this sickening hour
Disgust of myself, WHY
WHY?
Don't you had the pleasure to just waste
And get wasted.
Just doing what I were born with.

Gloom, dark road ahead of me.
Should I dare myself to just
Walk, not looking back?
Or instead choose a brighter path
Radiant light of the bright sun,
Wait, oh Wait!
If life could be that easy,
There will be no sorrow, no misery.
No, I can't, If what is left
Is only the road I see in front!
Can't wait to see your face next to me,
When you're in the same
Melancholy.