How many times

I fealt defeated?

How many times,

there was nothing else to do

an my heart bleeded?

I tried

To do things right,

but for others,

it just wasn’t my fight.

I still try

To fix things,

but now,

I don’t even want to cry.

The world,

doesn’t work,

and I lost

the willing to talk.

The more I get older,

the more I get tired.

The world gets colder,

at least

I can get inspired.