EUTHANASIA

Promises..hopes to find a lost fraternity,this breath is the worst curse.
What am i to do with these thorns that hurt and the time that won't reverse?
This insecurity is too harsh to scream out loud or to confine to pages..
I always collapse in the crowd..as it coldly enrages..
Here's the ache that cuts through my heart
Wages of breathlessness never dawned since the start.
People walk with pride over a dead psyche,
But the dying one never finds a fatal strike.
They oppose the one who strives for his pride.
And then praise dead ruins unaware of who's died.
Who lends a dagger to the hopeless one?
No one lends a dagger to the hopeless one..!
They'll ask in vain for it one day..they'll need it themselves..