A Poem by a Poet who let the Pen go.

This is just a poem by a poet who let the pen go, hoping the reaper will appear and let my sins go. Everyday, every action I'm learning lessons for bad things I let happen, so I could help the lost souls who needs more practice, I know I'm not the reason for every negative thing that happend, but the hardest exception is to except it, we're all responsible for what we let in, cause life changes fast like seasons, and life hits hard like mother nature without a reason, my heart feels pain but it's not bleeding, trying to reconnect with these long lost meanings. That's why I gotta be the opposite of what they thought I'll be, and when times get rough I have my pen and my diary, I found touch of what I let go, and good thing a part of me went wrong, cause now I know.