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.