PUT THIS TO END

Thought I had a life

Finally found a reason to stay alive

Finally found a drive

Finally thought I'll survive

Poetry gave me the thrive

Wrote my lines then I wrote it at five

All my work's I gave I never deprive

Thinking my soul it'll revive

But the more I write the more I'm denied

The more I'd write every night

The more I waited till 9

The more I gave off my might

The more I felt I found a meaning

Prolly thought this was my purpose of living

But no everything just keeps bleeding

The more my loved ones kept leaving

Am cursed this words are in my head

I bled they're coloured in red

It seems like am living but dead

Can't tell anymore this feelings is weird

This works are unread

Everyline makes me nerd

It seems am unheard

It kills me it spread

Maybe am not special

Maybe this is not even essential

Maybe this words are but vague

My purpose is fake

Maybe I'm dissolve(d)

Prolly this path I'll never resolve

This isn't a puzzle to solve

So it's better I put this to end

After everything I've learned

@Stones

#Reflection