Nothing goes right,
Nothing goes right,
What am I to do?
What am I to do?
I have no clue,
Seated my head laid on table,
Itβs totally horrible,
What am I to do?
What am I to do?
I'm forgotten by every one
But not you,
But not you,
Hardly have I survived,
Should I deprive?
One heart, one taught,
Every day, I'm getting weaker,
Is it because of my possession?
I get threaten always,
Never have I succeeded,
Is that all what I need.
Is something wrong with my attitude?
Whatever it is, one heart, one thought,
I have had enough of my school.
I never played the fool.
But still, I am hatred
I never had friends,
But few,
About me they knew,
I now begin to hate my home,
Will this be a life storm?
Or should I end my little life,
Before it is ended by others,
And my body split as feathers.
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