Out'O Pen

When I went to end my suffering.

All I did is began smothering my soul.

My whole life was put on hold.

Best friends didn't know just how I was put in the cold by their leaving me alone.

I fought for them but they didn't talk in Zen.

So I walked and then bailed on the walk with them.

Now, I'm alone talking-pen skills when I failed to write them in with 'a friend still status.

I'll steal the mattress to meditated for the practice.

You can't just kiss me and have me return to the mattress.

Changing my outer skin but leaving the populous out of the spin.

It's obvious that I'm bottomless because I reached the outer rim.

When you left me, you left me to die, now that's a sin.

A victim of the system without a friend.

Now, I'm leaving where you left me.

I'm out of pen.

All alone at home with no goal to show just how I feel.

When I'm speaking to be leaking just how I deal.

I'm now unreal turning toward the love pill because I cannot see the value without the drug still.

I barking nothing's when all I did is spark the suffering's.

I had giving one thing up for everything I had when the love in my life took a back seat to this craft.

It's forever sad.

So, it's all coming to end and just in time; I'm out of pen.