No time for rest.
No time for sleep.
No time for love.
No time to weep.
The days are slow.
The nights are fast.
When I close my eyes
I think of death.
The rain is pouring.
The swings are swinging.
The wind is howling.
The girl is crying.
I feel like dying.
I'm tired of crying.
I wish I was normal.
This isn't very formal
No one sees me
Wishing to be somebody
Nobody saves me.

-3nwlry