Depressed Soul

The life is just about to start,
& we are so fed-up.

Cause we set a goal ,

And failed to met-up.

This is not the end,

We forget then.

We are not done yet,

People throwing threat,

Taking attempt to death.

This is how some quit,

Before they get set.

This is not the first,

Those souls are giving curse,

And the ending vanishes like dust.