| So much pressure around me. | |
| Become a shadow of whom I wish I'd be. | |
| Part of what remained inside, now feels lost. | |
| A vision entrapped in pain. | |
| A face without expression, relentless and remorseful. | |
| Blaming all but himself for falling in despair. | |
| I decided to turn my back. | |
| Try a different approach. | |
| Since everything that's touched is bound to turn to dust. | |
| Recommend no further trial. | |
| Not a glimpse of should have been. | |
| Only the promised years to come, | |
| and with that my transgression will come to an end. | |
| So little movement within me. | |
| A shadow I've become. | |
| Fall out, now all is lost. | |
| It's clear I'm incomplete. | |
| A face portraits depression , emotionless but thankful features that show: | |
| when one loses, there is everything to gain. | |
| Free fall! | |
| Failure above me circulates! | |
| Dented pride encouraged and my broken spirit leads the way. | |
| Deterred comprehension. | |
| I tend to give up more and more each day. |