Fantisizing ropes, You know you have no more hope, Sleep under pillows, Wait the straight line of arrow, You're ready to go below.

Well, what should I leave? My arts, don't you want to keep? My journey I knit? I knit wet clothes from my tears, It is now dirty from fear.

It's a tragic life, You'll forget me once I die, You will stop your sigh, Soon, I know you'll wipe your eyes, From all of those tears you cry.

Swim in my ocean, You'll not survive in day one, You'll not see a Sun, You have to swim, you can't run, Until you give yourself guns.

The great depression, You're master in suppression, I'm so proud of you, You can hide your ocean blue, But you can't be your own true.

Physical summer, Emotionally winter, You're snowflakes bringer, Your presence is forever, You're my everyday fever.

Stuck in this water, They love you when you're greater, Stuck in a fever, They don't love you when you lose, Even when you got a bruised.

Both my gloomy eyes, Keep seeing a block of ice, So cold, can you melt? And, please, ask him how he felt, Life full of regrets.

I appreciate, Your words of wisdom, my mate, But it doesn't help, It sounds like you're forcing me, To continue this deep sea.

I lost interest, In things that used to be best, In falling in love, I have no more time for that, All damn day and night.

I am so damn great, In suppressing feelings, mate, I just want to fly, You will never see me cry, Messy mind is full of "why's?"

Broke by equator, Half my friends are now traitors, All of them spread lies, When you did was being nice, My advice is to be wise.

No more happiness, "All poets leads to sadness." Well, I guess you're right, 'Cause I am fucking depressed, And of course, I am damn stressed.

My outer skin's fine, I still polish it so shine, Come on, Domar, smile! Leave your sadness for a while, Boost serotonin for miles.

I'm still believing, It all leads to one saying, "I live to suffer.", I will never get better, I'll be in it forever.

"What if you survive?" Well, what if I don't survive? I am so damn tired, In this thing I used to fight, And used to think what is right.

You know you're fucked up, If nothing motivates you, Or overwhelmed you, You do not give a damn fuck, You're mentally drained.

Nostalgia loves me, It makes me tears in happy, It makes me miss things, Such as when I was little, Naive, happy, no problems.

The feels that it gives, When the ocean touch my lips, And the smoke gives kiss, Must be satisfying, right? When you do not have to fight?

...Can do it! Trust me! Even without therapy, I'm chalcedony, I do have well-built hardness, But is prone to damn scratches.