Death Death

The thought that goes through my mind flows like stream Thinking everyday: how can I achieve my dream But I have to endure and hope for tomorrow even though I have nothing, I know that skills I'll not borrow. As my days of sorrow is getting closer Then everyone starts to think I'm nothing but a loser everytime, I keep trying to move forward, But I always loose and it makes me feel like a coward Looking at my past, I dont think I can cope as I keep falling from the slippery slope. Been down, the distance to go I stares, And I Keep losing hope like nobody cares Despite the fact that I have experienced fame. But I must stand to overcome the shame I keep saying ''future will tell'' when I believe I'm not insane My misery life is will be over as soon as I cross the lane, Then my happiness will become a history As nothing will be remembered even my present misery