presence of death

ok ,this may not be a poem,for corrections,pls give suggesations

though u may live in happiness,but thou will always grieve from inside

u may smile on the outside,but u weep inside,oh mortal

u are a fruit,whose juice decays from inside,for if ur soul

decomposes everyday,then u can truly say that u experienced

the worst part of hell

a dementor feeds on your happiest moments,when u smile for a second

and then cry another second,be assured that the foul thing is near u

death comes at it's own wish,meanwhile it enjoys watching u suffer

and scream for an end.

so here i am thinking like i have already been kissed by the dementor,

but  a slight hope is still there and i will continue to live