BAD TIMES

Under the burden of my decisions I grasp for air,

Lines are blurred between wrong and fair,

Compression of heart, suppression of mind,

I have lost myself completely and am hard to find,

In this darkness I seek help from the people close to me,

Sadly, the closer the people the more they ignore to see,

The days when I had altitude people showered me with praises and gratitude,

Now during my times of destitute I only get to see people’s attitude,

Falling down is a lesson and an eye opener,

It helps you find your true supporters and the deserters.