My Sadness

Trying to be,
That one I see,
Should have I regretted,
For what I've asked to be granted?

Not being myself again,
Not being covered by the rain,
My voice would not come out,
As I slit my wrists and blood pours out...

Sad, I don't want to be,
But why this world has never let me free,
From this darkness and sorrow,
I have been,
I'll wait for tomorrow,
And so I can lean,

Upon my wishes,
That has never let me be...


Mellow Ruvisu