My words

Death is a the crul end to the game called life something most fear but It's the inevitable truth Oh how poetic I am tonight Most fear death there's some that don't but what happens when you're put face to face with death and look death right in the eyes What has this crul world done to us What has it done but cause pain anger hurt death Lost confused angry and tired I walk through this world knowing so little on how to survive in the chaos of the world which we live in No words to say but we all relate to the pain of the world Silence So many things to feel at one time Ik what my problem is I feel to much I feel more than most I can't help but feel everyone's pain But than again I'm only so young what would I know My only option is to be silent First you would have to notice the details Everyone's poetry is different you just have to read in between the lines to find the meaning and the answers to what they're saying And once you do the words fall into place The language I speak is unheard no one understands No one hears You still don't see The words are there you just don't see so sleep dream and think. Think of me Its pointless my words my poetry my language Read my words