Fed up

Who've poisoned the air ?

Toxic is trapping me in its webs.

I can feel it every time I inhale,

Tired of taking the backward steps.

 

I've already confessed I'm just a tiny ash,

Please, Don't burn me anymore.

Sometimes, all I want is just Death,

Wanna zonked out as the sleep without snore.

 

Is that so call depression ?

Yes,

I'm just a girl with too much frustrations.

                                            (bs)