At The End

Autumn reaching out to me
And telling stories of past
How I used to live & now how I fallen apart,
Used to be on top & any problem I saw
Used to knock off
Slowly started to grow older & colder
Tried to find meaning in life
Saw Father Getting Distant
&
And Mother Leaving The Sight
Saw sky getting more blue
&
Saw growing darker the night
Superficial Friends & No one to talk
Alone sleeping, Weeping tears
Eyes showing blissful past
So
I tried to get closer but no sir,
Couldn't make things right,
Grown more distant, no reason to live life
Yet carried on, in just hope of next season
But next season was colder, my shoulders
Couldn't handle & Gave up.
Everything inside my head now is messed ,
Writing myself on paper makes me feel blessed,
No one matters, No more heart shatters,
Now living in castel of solitude & peace.
My heart is locked up in a place,
Where no one can reach.

Autumn reaching out to me
And telling stories of past
Asking how much longer more I gonna live
How much longer my "WILL" will last.