Misery

I wish you know me too well

 to hear what I can't tell

The tears that have been my knives,

 I hope you teach me how to strive.

This is not me who cries at night

 it's my soul that can't see the light.

Through the stroke of my hair

 let me share my despair.

Through the heavy sighs,

 I cannot tell a lie

That I am unsane

 by the world blinded by curtains.

The rain in my head,

 the words I cannot shed.

The tears that become blood

 turns me numb and more sad.

This is me who cannot judge,

 letting them for me to dodge.

I am not free

 stucked roots like the tree.

I am caged by darkness,

 slave of loneliness. 

I wish I knew the way

how to help myself not to stay,

In this imaginary world I made

 which colors had already fade.