Why?
Each night I cry, and wonder why I wish for death upon each breath and I wonder why.
I go numb and softly hum a sad tune and again, I wonder why.
Memories come and memories go, time slowly passing with each show.
All I do is wonder why as I begin to cry and all I do is wonder why.
Why do I want to die?
Is it because I cannot fly, or is it because I no longer want to try?
Over and over I wonder why.
Is it just me, only I, or are there others who too wish to die.
If so, then why?
It seems that all I do is wonder why, why something inside is longing desperately to die.
Just answer me.
Why?
In my world
In my world....
The sky is a bleak slate grey, clouds soft and silky.
The grass is green and soft as far as the eyes can see.
The trees have warped, twisted branches with bark black as obsidian and grey as ash.
The leaves rustle orange, crimson and gold in the cool Autumn breeze.
Blue roses glow amongst the vibrant wildflowers.
Patches of pumpkins, every hue of orange as the setting sun, are scattered amongst the hills and valleys.
The wind is wild and cool, caressing my world with ease.
This. This is where I wish to be.
Autumn
The air was crisp and fresh.
There was a sigh and shiver through the leaves.
All around was a rustling of gold, orange and red.
The wind was cool and sweet, the sky clear and blue.
Branches reached up into the endless abyss above.
Grey and white clouds floated idly by.
Swaying effortlessly, gracefully, stray leaves danced upon a breeze.
Ah, how Autumn puts a weary mind at ease.