A rainy day

It’s raining outside, I’m walking.
The wind is blowing, I don’t mind.
My legs are moving, right.
But it doesn’t mean that I am alive.
 
It’s just a capsule with its thoughts,
That wants to sleep and eat sometime.
I want to cry, don’t blame bros,
At least I try to look alive.
 
What is the point, I can't stand,
To live without any sign of hope?
I want my body to be bleached
From that sick world, please help God!
 
Without any public prayers,
Just put me into' a cave.
Then say few words about me,
That’s done, now lay me into' a wide grave.