Here I envisioned my downfall of a poet as here where it starts
As I can see myself in complete stress and lay my pen down
Let myself roam the streets and let the world burned before me
Yet I try not to look like I victimized by my thoughts here as
As they lead me to my decisions in life today but let me go deeper
My downfall as I can tears from the people’s heart I broken
My loved ones are starting to bruised and get wounds for my
Mistakes as I can see that every decision comes with a consequence
Where the benefits in my life? Where the memories in my past?
Oh that’s right there all covered by the hardships in my life but
Seeing my depression will lead me to numerous reasons to die
The hurtful truth that every time I see love in the making….
It’s just shatters and crumbles upon my feet so I stopped
My search as love is seen as overrated maybe I looking in
The wrong places and Love is underrated to everyone as
Poetry might just die in my heart or maybe my thoughts
Might just become rotted and converted to pure nonsense
Seeing no guidance to the golden gates or the flaming pits
But just pure nothingness, blackness, worthlessness as I wish
It been months I shown positivity and sense of hope at all so
As I look for answers in life, my purpose of my existence but
Yet I’m starting to give up on everything and just start to get
Fear and pity on me ever existing on this world as they could
Have made someone better as I didn’t do anything groundbreaking
As this will be the ending stages as I’ll die alone with no pursuit of happiness
As a person I’m looked upon with superior potential if I had “motivation”
Tell me what wrong doctor? As something must be wrong as I wish
Why I always thinking suicide? Only because I feel like I lose my identity
I only wished I had my motivation as I keep working harder and harder
But yet there are anyways complications and problems in my pathway in life
My wings of success are broken; my thoughts are rotting from restrictions
As my downfall will be gruesome and progress will be erased away in time
No remedies, no memories, no records, no accomplishments to follow by
That’s my downfall! Forgotten, uncared, and forbidden poetry to read by reader.

There is no right neither is there wrong
Thought and perception flourish in the sea of minds they're among.
Passion can be written Pain can be said Emotions can be put to song
All we experience is momentary and insignificant yet we must play along
From these moments and experience a persona is born
From this persona humanity is weaved some gratified while others forlorn
Who we are, carved from tribulations we are tested and torn
Whether we can stay the same or die and be reborn we've no time to mourn
What did I do? What did you do? What did we do?
Will I be lonely and alone? Or will I be surrounded by my own crew?
Are they really my friends? Are they false or are they true?
What matters and what does not? What will I become? All these asked constantly as we grew
We can't be negative nor can we be positive
We must be properly balanced prepared like a moving locomotive
The world around us moves as we deal with the power of time corrosive
Thus we must act accordingly and deal with them in haste be quiet yet loud weak but strong calm yet impulsive