Bare and sad tree hanging right

I dont want to wake up,
tonight.
Stop with tears,
That make me miss the urge:
never want to get out of bed...
fast heart pounding *wake up*
...Forgetting what my place.

Empty, fake, cold.
I am a bare tree
That hangs to the right,
Poorly designed,
Wet from tears
In a sad summer night.

I close my eyes in the dark,
I wonder if ever will choose
A right path.
I woke up with the usual sadness
With a sleep indescribable
I only wanted to cry.

I do not want to wake up tonight
Empty, fake, cold.
I am a bare tree
That hangs to the right,
draw bad,
Wet from tears
In a sad summer night.

* ... if someone looked inside me
would see only scribbles
a disorder that
to shine eyes.
Today I feel a sad bare tree hanging on the right. *