Dying in a Joyous World

The green of the trees,
the blue of the sky,
it all means nothing to me,
and why I say goodbye.

Some would say my life is great,
perfect, nothing to regret,
but I think it sucks,
it's not done yet.

The hills are bright,
as is the sun,
but all I see is darkness,
it is almost done.

The water is cold,
just like my empty heart,
the sun cannot warm it anymore,
from this world I part.