Toughness as has always did, killed the faith in me,
By chance, by purpose, an adventure it played with me.
True to my senses, was I no big a misfortuner,
Killed were my feelings by the hope that died itself.

Suffocated feel my thoughts without the thought of none,
Alone, unaccompanied, am I amidst the streets of hell.
Friendship, relation no more, does support the helpless in me,
Crushed am I with the mere thoughts of company.

Cruelty lay its best upon me, growing wilder behind the skin,
Trashed, crashed, dumped am I after the worst of pleasures.
Toughness killed the faith in me and chance the fullness within,
Dead are the senses that lived with the sensitive times.

Cruel has been my world, crueller was I to myself,
Giving the best of heights, accompanied by downfalls deadly.
Hell was I called to, for all those sins laid upon me,
Heaven was I dismissed from, for all the greatness I hold in me.

Impatiently, was I destined to wait, for the departure that was for me,
Patiently enough was I sentenced to quit the life in me.
Why things happened, was I never to ask,
Hopeless and helpless, was how I lived the task.

Clashed I, with the emotions within and the expressions above,
Painful was the journey I had to live now.
Disturbed, unbalanced, dynamic was my world,
The weakest of athletes, unaccompanied, I hurdled.

Pushed aside was my existence by the newly arrived,
To establish my own self, alone, my soul had strived.
Motionless was the world I begged to live in,
Desolated, segregated am I from my own kith and kin.

Fished out am I from the troubled waters of worldly pleasures,
Dumped deep ahead into the hottest deserts of seclusion.
I live by guilt, remorse and suffering, ruining a life, a vie,
Abysses fathomless call upon me to fall deeper in character, society.