Life is getting hell,
Every attempt I make
to be on track.
Is getting fail.

Burden of doing better
Flows like a river,
As expectations are getting fewer.

I hope for a better tomorrow,
Is just a thought that remains to borrow.
Every time destiny hits hard,
Whenever you try your dreams to guard.

Always treated like I'm nothing,
But I eagerly want to do something.
For the people who really care for me.

What should I do to get better?
How do I start?
If everything is getting worst,
These feelings of nothing are increasing my thirst.

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