Just when things get going, the ball drops and you go down with it, build up a rope ladder of strength and once again, climb to the top, the repeated cycle of life

I crumble down like the wood in a fire
Tears ashen upon my face are displayed like fine artwork
People once admired me, now the look upon me with disgust

Life has murdered me and deprived me of all beauties and joys...it has only lead me to a different world where my hopes and dreams were only mirages...where no matter how far i run...I can never get away or reach my destiny

Glass strewn across the floor
piece in hand
the pain reliever penetrates
and the world spins again

Broken hearts and shattered dreams
A broken mirror reflecting a distorted image of me
This is all that I will ever see
I will never be all I wanted to be