i want to be remembered in the end

Its not hard to describe me,

its all about how u see,

in childhood,i always wanted star,

but never got,it was very far,

i thought sea n sky were blue,

because they were stick with glue,

i used to live in my own universe,

i thought life is a beutiful verse,

in that,all were my creations,

with no boundaries and no nations,

now i am writing this ryme,

because i have matured with time,

now i never say anything in defence,

because it will never make sense,

when i was forced to live alone,

i strugled at my own,

now i have started to like my pain,

reason of it,i cant explain,

i have no other desires left,

only thing i want is,

when i will die,

dont ask me why?

Why at my face,

there was a disgrace,

disgrace of living like curse,

in this stone hearted world,

i want when i die,

someone plz cry,

someone who appriciated me as friend,

because i want to be remembered in the end,