Goshtly thoughts..

I used to be everyone's friend, everyone's favourite, everyone's next best thing.
phase shifted, things changed
I grew up, fame's fade.
I grew even much older, friends waved.
Further more into the life nothing stayed the same.
Now am just an entity, as empty as a bin "emptied".
lost in my mind.
My soul bleeding, begging, crying, screaming Stay!!! Stay!!! Stay!!!
but all it hears are these words, repeated, come home!! come home!!
Come rest those tired legs,come rest those heavy thoughts, come rest those weary hearts.
Come child, come!!
Death is no rest at all, but rest from the world, rest from the very challenges we made so we stay not idol. Rest from the very struggles that gets us rumpled, crumpled,wrinkled.
Be not afraid, accept it when it comes, celebrate and embrace it..