Dying

I Feel shitty in my own shack
So I go sit on the railway track
I see at far the tracks meet
I believe its not a mirage or trick
I see them meet at a distance
until I walk along to realize..

I want to say without saying
I want a smile everlasting
I want to cry myself dry
Sin I did will make me fry
I want to thank a meaningful
to have seen someone so beautiful..

Varied thoughts buzz around the hive
As my mind zips on an insane drive
So in deep blue I let out my last bubble
Smiling shittily I fade,coz its the end of struggle..