I wanted to sing.
But the world doesn't let me.
I was born mute so I couldn't sing.
I think the world hates me.

I wanted to dance.
But the world really hate me.
I don't really much remember what happened since I was little.
But I do remember when they removed my knee.

I want to draw.
I still have both of my hands with me.
But the world really wants me to never do anything I wanted.
The world ******* me up when I suddenly couldn't see.

Even so I really can't do much anything right now,
I still can use my mouth and speak freely.
But then the world really, REALLY hates me to the core.
Just as I thought, it took my voice away from me.

I am blind, deaf, mute, and I can't even move myself.
Just what did I do to the world that it had almost cursed me?!
I'm done! I'm done! Just end my life if you hate me that much!
Just end my life... and put an end to my misery...

Im begging you...

Positivity is a shining light,
Like chaperone to accompany you,
Through the gloomy alley.
Thus, when life overcast its murky clouds,
And make your alley sunless,
May your light still enlighten your path.

I'm tired of being tired,
I want to just get up and move ahead
but this monotonous life  holding me back
with this strange force called 'tiredness'

To optimists, cheerful and hopeful men
The rain will wipe down all sand castles
The mellow fields,
         where I grow my dreams
Die slowly under my autumn trees
Blue skies get darker with every sin
The ocean gets utterly mad,
          when carrying nothing but desperate men
And the faces I once loved are getting dull
I don't need a hand as I can't reach
I don't need a lighthouse as I lost my sight
I don't need a day as I can't surpass the night

December is just
a month-
so why all the
gloom?