The little words of a boy

Everything is going to end,
until it starts again,
and lie down to hell,
everything is going to end.

Good things can born again,
muting all the bad before,
raise up to sky your hand,
if you don't want to stay alone.

But the other people can't understand,
how my mind is full perhaps,
how my heart was root out,
and my soul broken in half.

FF