Suffer. Lonely. Sad. I'm sorry...

I feel misery,

I feel it and suffer alone,

No one knows about it,

Maybe accept GOD.

I feel sick in this damn cruel world,

I wish I could be somewhere else,

But then,

That wish will NEVER come true,

Because from the start the world are already a CRUEL world.

I feel like cutting them slowly,

Let it flow to the misery bloody river,

But i can't never do that,

because I've swear to myself that I will never do that.

This poetry is really sick and lame,

I really can't say anything,

But what I can say among of all everything,

Because of me, I should be BLAME.