Unforgiving

I dream of world where it always rains, 

maybe that comes from my pains. 

I sit here with no label, 

but that still doesn't make me free.

I am a song with no name,

I am a simple but complex melody. 

The rhythm is off, 

it's out of tune. 

Day and night I worry, 

If I will wake up in my own tomb. 

I wonder if I am the one,

Or just another to fall. 

I wish I call out, 

But my melody may be running out. 

My song is straining and beginning to fade,

I wonder if tomorrow will be my last day. 

This world is unforgiving to me, 

with no meaning. 

I struggle to find a reason to stay, 

but all I find is misery. 

I wish this world would accept me, 

with open arms and accept my melody.