The rise of sun,
already appeared,
My life is an empty gun,
without any bullets in it.

After being born,
a burden pressurized me,
expectations from my ones,
Was like the infinity.

Many tauntings' freaked me out,
expecting me to get a job,
Studying diligently,
Stressing over my career,
with no support or any motivation,
made it difficult,
Thinking about what to do,
Nothing interesting I found,
Seems like Death would be my bound,
Hung throat in the string,
It'd be a good choice,
Don't care what others think,
It'd be better to end everything.

Fell in love mistakenly,
left me for another deliberately,
Had nothing to gain,
But everything to lose,
got a pain in the heart,
like a rough bruise.

A loser in everything,
judged by others,
Got mistreated for nothing,
Still Had a grin over weep.