Huhh.. Blaahh

I can see the sky becoming blood red,
And the sea became black.
Everything I look seem to be sad,
The lonely tree and the crying bird on it.

I can see that feeling comes again.
Spreading through my hands, legs,
Laughing at me, as if it will rule me forever.
I can feel that I'm getting weak,
As it holds me stronger and stronger.

It reminds me a place once I was,
which gave me a lot of pain.
I can see them waiting for me
of course my blood, But they value my sadness more.

But when I think about the reasons,
Is that the reasons what matters?
Or is that my foolishness to let someone know those.