My problems are too serious to live

Yet so trivial to die.

I walk wearing a mask

As a misfit piece of puzzle.

I walk wearing this raincoat of apathy.

Or I know I would become vulnerable.

Depression drizzles on me,

Joy drains away.

But I still breathe.

In what false hope?

Luck, fortune, desire

Can I afford those?

Nay nay - I only prolong my pain.

The hemlock of life

Rots me away.