Today I feel gloomy,
So long, So long, I feel glommy,
Why does it has to come back?
Oh, I feel so gloomy.

Who am I? A cold hearted?
Not so, I am so soft, I am
I wish I could cry, I wish I could
I can cry but I dont want to weak

Why does everything is near me?
All the sad things are near me,
Hate today, I want it to be yesterday,
Hate tomorrow, I want to be happy today.

I am so overwhelmed, I am so ashamed,
But I don’t feel gloomy now, I feel pity,
What a strange! A human brain,
I wish I couldn’t think so much.

Pity me, I am feel with hatred,
I have nothing pure to give,
I have nothing to share, just hatred,
Make me clean, make me pure.

I wish to be no greedy, but I am mean,
Who am I? I am so soft sometimes,
I don’t know what or who I am.
I am just overwhelmed, take me away!

Complicated,phases of life and unstatifaction,
Pressurizes oneself, silly mind,
Oneself wants to get rid of it,
Oneself get lost and is no more,
Freedom but sorrow in it ,complicated.


Outlandish,people's  questions and answers,
Concern at peak,didn't want to listen yesterday,
Parade of silly people,sympathetic for selfishness,
What a shame or not, thses days people are unmoved.

Misery for people who actually cared,
Unsaid things as many as the stars,
Shall hold no gulit, if couldn't be there,
Nothing can be done but memories cherished.

Is it gonna fall on me? A spider
Or is it gonna be hanging there? A spider                                          
It got nothing to prove, I do.
Staring at it, it is approaching,
I wish it to come yet not,
Curious,if I am all immune, all these years.

Am weakend already, the warns from brown recluse
in my bed-room mirror,
A brown recluse, it does back and forth but here
other type is apporaching,
I shall remove all the clutter from my room, here
put all new furnitures,
I shall bug spray gradually without harming myself
perhaps they wont come back.

Yesterday was a better day,
Today, I feel dull and doleful,
I am all up for tomorrow,
It's a new day, yesterday was better.

Record of the days from a while,
Yesterdays have been good,
I look forward or I look onto past,
Todays are twirled in the darkness.

In "Todays", I am not living yet I feel better
about it when I am in a new day,
I wish I could just have a past day while I am on
in the present day,
Sometimes, I don't wish for past day, well I wish,
for a coming day,
This is it, what it is. The days messing around.

Under the bed, I shall not see,
Something strange, there lies he,
Only bed, I sleep and weep, can't flee,
Scared, I am not lunatic or its just me?

Sometimes, under me, there is a pearl,
Sometimes, she is there, she swirls,
Merely her, oh, my dearest girl,
Afraid, she would leave, oh, is she even there?