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.