Heart Of a Soul

The more u speak, less I care about u
I know that I am not making this thing to happen
The more u speak, less make me think about u again

I thought I never gona change, but the change u r making in me does no more
The more u speaks less I care, the less of being on the league of not knowing u.

I cannot understand how things can make things to happen and they make me think I am not gona live this way anymore.
I am standing up to this un-distressfulness but I never gone Love u.

The more I think, I just forget what happen to me.
I can quit this but not going to realize that this not going to end this way forever.

I am thinking and thinking about u.

Never heard of the story, A story of being true,
A story that never turns wrong.
ha ha Just wait wait in the way
I am moving, moving so fast,
The story cries, Cries for the mercy.
I Move to make a wrong turn,
Wait wait cry my story,

I just never make this pain to go away.
Truth is not the definition , of Living for
Truth is not how I make.
May I heard the story, Story of the one that Move the mountain.

I have a smile a smile for the world.
I grow, grow for the thought of others
I have the feeling, those feeling just not 4 me.
These eyes cry, cry for the smile, the smile on ur face.
I have not seen the love that unfolds my living this way.

I have few thoughts, thoughts about myself.
My being on this earth.
Is it real to be alive or just a deep untruth shown by the virtually unknown one.
Why I have to catch the wind, why I am the one that has to suffer.
Every time things not move they just make me same irresponsible.
The question that never be answered can this pain ever can be taken.
Why have to fight to get. If everything is for everyone here then how that make me let it go.
I am standing in the arms of the unknown.
Trying to make it big . but don’t know is the big is something around.
It just consuming the every bit of soul remains inside me.
The darkness just taking me inside.
Every time I go for a new start but does, ever anything goes for a start.
Why things don’t pretend to be the joy the fun they have to be.
Why very one just don’t take me in.
why I have to wait to decide that I am not on the track.
The light every time dime’s down over me.
Why they are eating me up.

Dedicated to all that suffer
I thought of it before
but have always found something to live for
Even though pain is sometimes endless
all you need to survive is forgiveness
So give forgiveness to yourself, friends, and family
or people who don't even like you
I promise in the end it will be ok
but for the reason I can not say
But I can tell you one thing that
I hope will make your heart sing
You may not know me but still
I care for if I didn't
I would not be writing this poem for which you stare
Now I will leave you with one last thought
Life is what you make it so please
I beg you don't take it