Everyday My Sorrow Grows...

Everyday my sorrow grows.
And sincere hope inside my eyes
Just fades, just disappears,
Just dies, and dies, and dies.
Tomorrow day is time to think:
''What's going on? Why still I live?''
And all the time I have to sink
In sea of me, in sea of dreams.
And grey rain out of my window
Is crashing down, like thousand bombs.
And I still cry, I'm weeping willow.
Feels like my enemy is world.
Today I thought to cut my wrist
To end my pain and sadness.
But I remembered, that I breathe.
It means, that I still feel, and live.