Dead Flowers 🌹

going through your life is like book without no pages , nothing much to offer but numb they say you can reach the peak if you strive hard but why are all my efforts a waste feeling misplaced In every direction not like that but the pressure is just too much to bare you want to change but difficult crying out my sorrowful dreams but each time I remember it's like dead crop trying to germinate so many lives lost on the way to big dreams... yes you are great but no workings no one is there when you cry no one is there when you are in pains but my pen is here always for me