What if the sun would rise in the west? What if the discarded would be regarded as the best? What if the fishes could fly so high? What if the birds couldn't be seen in the sky? What if the leaves of the trees were not so green? What if the most exasperated age was not the teen? What if animals could talk to us? Speak different languages like a human does. What if we would never ever die? But I hope people would be extremely innocent and not so sly. What if I were you and you were me? Would you see the world the same way as I see?
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.