Autumn
Water spills from the sky in April.
Water drowns me in September.
Am I alive? Am I still breathing?
I used to like Autumn,
when the leaves would fall.
But it's gotten like winter,
I feel my mind build another wall.
I hate winter.
I hate spring.
I hate summer.
I hate myself.
But autumn,
Autumn was always calming.
The smell of the autumn air,
It was a drug to me.
It healed my hidden wounds.
It saved me from mental scars.
But at some point,
The smell disappeared.
The nostalgic drug was finally dead,
It was a mirror of my old life.
I guess they faded as one.
My happiness left altogether.
I try.
I have a moment of happiness,
But it only last in that moment.
It is forgotten as soon as it's over.
Save me.
I hate winter.
I hate spring.
I hate summer.
I hate myself.
But I'll keep autumn,
As a reminder.
It reminds me of better days,
When I had you,
When I had life.
Water spills from the sky in April.
Wake me when September Ends.
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