tired of life and it's struggle.
The only time they notice is when you are causing trouble.
There is no way out of this bubble.
Since no one wants to give you a chance you have to hustle to get it from the muscle.
Through all this nonsense I am still humble.
My soul speaks through my words which will live forever in life's hell.
I feel I could never die ,this body is nothing but a shell.
I am a red beryl (red emerald)worth more then a diamond in the rough.
This world is not for the weak so you have to be tough.
I talk it while I lived it whether you can relate or not.
Infinity poems in my head is what I got.
Out of love I give it to you whether you read it or ignore.
Every time I feel like giving up my other side encourages me to write more.
The way people don't care is truly a eye sore.
If I could change ,i believe anyone could change , I am not who I was before.
Deep inside I know I already inspired lots of people to advance.
Invisible tears I cry cause I feel I won't ever get my chance.
Sometimes death makes great people even greater.
I won't give up cause I want it now and later.