Every day as I rise to the blue skies,
Pessimism fills me inside.
I can't seem to get anything right,
The walls look broken outside.

Over and over again I cry,
My sadness filling the room.
Even though I was still alive,
Only my eyes moved with gloom.

Far away was my delight but,
So close was my burial.
A young soul that was burnt,
Daily it awaits its funeral.

Next I would be more cautious,
Elysian Fields now I hope for.
Since there was nothing to count on,
Sadness;I would forever be known for.