A Dead Soul

Life is a bless,

Which turned into a mess.

It's not stress,

Am I no good or less?

Drenched alone in rain,

Depressed deep in every vein.

Have I no brains?

My birth just a vain.

Why do I fall?

Though participate in all.

Laughed at in halls,

Not anyone's one and only call.

Day shifts at night,

Implementations gone away right,

The dead soul in fright,

Flaws upon shine bright.

Self love freely lost,

Hatred paid off the cost.

The breath of the heart frost.

Sure am in holocaust.

The end was seen,

To this miserable teen,

Life was really mean.

Suicide; the way to clean.

A grin of the sad,

Sarcasm played by the glad.

Withered flowers we had,

Peace; Wish I could clad.

RIP all they said,

Put me on a frozen bed.

Grievance not for the dead,

Very far away I fled.

Not a soldier nor a warrior,

Sometimes giving up seems better.

My last wish written in letter.

To live a life happily together.