I GIVE UP

Watching them die and be reborn in my eyes is the most sour thing I could ever imagine. They stare at me with hope and end up with nothing. I can't stop thinking why this kind of thing is happening. But... When the time has come, When poems can't help me to express what I'm feeling, When books and novels fail to provide an escape, When the colors of my paintings start to lose their meaning, Then it's time for me to stop. No more false hopes, No more deceitful love, No more reminiscing, No more painting, No more songs, No more poems, No more, Not anymore. I give up.