For all the words in the world..

Nothing can describe what I'm feeling now.
A melancholic mix.
Should I be glad, or should I fret.

As usual the leaves has fallen quickly,
Leaving me weary.
When the bark starts to peel,
That's when it begins.
The thick screen drops.

Pencil, pencil, draw me a picture.
A perfect picture of what I'll be.
Straight, curves, and many shades and tones,
But still it looks ugly, my life, probably.