This poem (Don't before you do)

This poem,
Like every song in the world,
Will have to end.

This poem,
Like every hopeful hearts,
Wants to be heard.

This poem,
Like every tears shed,
Wants to be seen.

These words,
Came from deep down inside,
Unspeakable yet unbearable.

This piece,
Have a heart of a soul,
Chose a path on its own,
Battle with its inner-self.

But this time,
I have a paper and a pen,
Whole-heartedly,
No universe or man,
Can neither be like this.
Torn apart from every bit of second,
Eating blood and tears,
Of its own graveyard.

No eyes can see,
No ears can hear,
No mouth can whisper,
Until the end of time,
It'll stay in the corner,
Hiding from one's knowledge.

Nothing can be changed,
All will end,
Neither will suffer,
Of its owner in grief,
Like none other.

Sadly this folk has reached its limit,
This poem is at end,
But not for this pain.
Its everlasting,
It stays,
It won't go away.

Spare your chances,
Use it for another,
This moment like my hole,
Has no possession of meaning.
Walk away,
Escape before you're caught,
Its sunset for me,
But still dawn for you.
Stop before you start,
Drown before you swim,
Fall before you walk,
And don't before you do.