Mom, I want to die

Mom, I'm sitting here at dusk, such as a piece of dead wood, dull eyes, a heart as if drowned in water, can not breathe, the water level sank, could not find a life-saving straw, raw raw so broken dreams of a quiet Wang .
Fu River at bay for the feeling, probably is the case, right?
So, I do not do, sitting in the corner bleak as leaves, the sun has nothing to do with the horizon, nothing to do with the surrounding noise.
Vague in, or have even the slightest desire. Desire a warm feeling, such as cotton underwear as a kind of warm feeling, that as Sea, spray everywhere; and I was able to return to childhood, back into your arms, eyes, heart, and only joy, curious, carefree.
Time such as the East died of water, how can the back? Naive so ridiculous, but I can not always simply shelved it, as if he suddenly lost all strength and refuge, only fantasy in hand, not easily discarded.
September in the autumn, to me it's gorgeous display again and it's dying out, grass, flowers, sadness, happiness, such as the fallen flowers, and I can only use an empty city contrast.
Mother, in September of the sun in my eyes is a bunch of lights cold, lonely endless, and I even pleasant for all the good that they have lost, though, you make me feel there is life, but I really want to die.
Days of repeated overlapping, yesterday I planted love, has no new flowers bloom.
Greeting the thin cold air, my hands up his back ________ sky empty, mocking bow geese flying south I transparent wings, and then laugh it off.
Mother, arrived in the fall of my life is, wading from young boy with a dazzling easily broken eyes I want to fly, let the breeze help take the sunset, like help to go to my head this ________ dark raging Crazy Kenshi to empty my heart is still pure, joy, jump for joy.
No matter how attentive thought, from the evening of the alley, into the dark night of the abdomen, then leapt to the branch of thorns, it does not help, only to see the wet earth melancholy bunch, after rain in spring leek.
Although those who pity the old, those who treasure the soft, those who treasure box of love still hold in my palm, but I feel a deep pain, the injury is difficult to bear.
Mother, in September of the night no bottom, looking like a spiral dry well has been down, no longer my former favorite soft romantic evening. I can not sleep, but never go to another dream of a sleepwalking, run, cry, struggle, until no escape.
I really like physical and mental fatigue, although I was brought up you and your father's a bird wings, but I feel helpless, I want to die.
Mother, although I have not said that to do anything good, but I have been wearing your heart a sense of grace. From small to large, I have not made any contributions to you, but also intentionally or unintentionally caused so much trouble, you black hair, a white pick one .......
Like me, you sad, makes me feel shameful.
Mom, do not be sad, I'm just a sad flower, sooner or later have to hide in the gloomy autumn.
Covered with dust, I, together with a heap of tired, the only text written on a surface of a painting, watched them disappearing, and nothing's standing on the shore ________ wind rises, suddenly turning the river front , one side of the reed Jiyu fly slowly flashed a pair of dark green, narrow wings, a white feather, confusion to fall on the water, blinking on Piaoyuan, and take away my only light inside the pupil.
Mom, please do not call me, I close my eyes, just want to put down all the bear, turn off a ghost town, not suffer, rest assured you turn it on.
I was a flower, a very simple flowers, my autumn has arrived. Mom, I want to die.