Maybe in death there is peace
Maybe in death there is freedom
But when will I be in peace?
When will I get freedom?

I tried running out of the woods
But the woods won’t let me
It keeps saying I belong in it
It keeps saying I’d be happy if I’m sad
Why?what have I brought myself into?
I should have gathered more bravery upon entering the woods
Now, I’m stuck here forever
Knowing the way out but also knowing I will never get out.

Please help me from drowning
From the sea of tears I’ve shed
From the pit of fears I’ve dug up
From the strong waves of anxieties

I beg your help
Rescue me now or I’ll completely drown
and be lost from the world of colors and be found from the red tides

This is so depressing