Oh ya, what day is today?

My birthday.

Drowning in my own misery,

Regretting all the things I have done in my life.

Sad, isn't it?

To be sick on this day.

Not one nor twice,

More than thrice.

What did I do to deserve this?

This pain, this gain.

Constantly in battle within myself.

I cry,

Cry

And

Cry.

But

Why?

When will I know what's happening to me?

What should I do?

Where do I go?

Which is the right path?

How do I travel?

Who will be with me?

Go alone?

Suffer alone?

What's happening to me?

Why?

I cry

And

I cry

And

I cry!