Let me be the poem this time

Let me be the poem this time
Let me tell my story
line by line

In the beginning
Everything was fine
I had people
Who I could call mine

But then we got separated
Everyone went their own way
Everything felt so complicated
Everything was so grey

Let me be the poem this time
Let my thoughts be the dark ink
That fills every line
Let my dark soul be the only thing
That I find divine

Why do people judge us
Why can't we get over the old rules
And then they nudge us
And take us for fools

And just when all that shit was at its peak
A tiny drop of tear rolled down my cheek
And there was no one  to help me,no one I can tell
When I wanted someone to sit and cry with me, in whom I can dwell

I know my story has no promising character
Who will stay till the last chapter
But in the end does it like at all even matter