If I wake up tomorrow, and be not dead,
But don't wanna wake up, thoughts fill my head.
A world so heavy, burdens on my chest,
Lingering darkness, my heart feels oppressed.

In the morning light, my eyes open wide,
Yet deep down inside, I long to hide.
If life feels like a burden hard to bear,
Can I escape the tangles of despair?

Through troubled dreams and restless nights I roam,
Seeking solace, a place I can call home.
But in this vast maze of uncertainty,
I yearn for an end to...