The Pen of Death

I've put on a watch Yet i ask you the time You ask me if i'm okay,well thank you I'm fine My life's in a pit,it's all too confused And all of this is my fault..i am the reason why this situation aroused! My bro comes home,he says he,s got a cramp Few people tell me,my poems don't make sense,they are just stupid rap I wanna write something nice,win people's hearts But i never managed to do that,I guess I am not sure of what I want My life's confused,I don't know what I want to be I wanna watch Simpsons for the whole of my life,I wanna feel free But I'm bound to these chains of education,they won't leave me alone Damn,I'm writing some crap dawg,dont call me on my phone I'm sarcastic,I'm sick and I dont know why i write Especially when i don't know what's wrong and what's right I can't see my future,maybe it's too dark out there I want a soul to show me the light,to put in some flair Some inspiration in me,Some topic on which i could speak I've been rejected so many times,I feel weak I sit in my room and i keep on dreaming I want to write something,but there's too much of noise It's not the noise from outside,it's just my mind What am I talking??? I am screaming,yelling actually nothing's fine Everbody around seems to be so happy with their life They've got a purpose to live & I'm still searching for mine Been through 6 rejections..I question myself if I am truly in love!! Damn..I cant write anymore..my head's too loud..too noisy it's disapproved I want peace that state of mind Well something which i never will find Oh,wait a minute..I look at what I am holding It's a pen with a sharp tip..then why am I scolding Well I..I just pierce it down my chest Red ink comes out,well everything happens for the best I can see the light.. now that it's fading Well no more does education hold me in its grasp No more of criticism..no more of people calling my poem a rap No more of girls rejecting me,No more of misery to see No more of the stupid study study warnings No more to hear that this world's starving Darkness is coming back,ohh she's carrying me I guess I found my soulmate,It was the devil That i was supposed to be with Well I realised how imprecious my life was a bit too late The pen i was writing till now suddenly became my "PEN OF DEATH' ....................................................................................................................................... ..