There will be days :
You'll feel your voice fading away,
Dwindling amidst the mishaps and hardships,
Without even having the will power to convey what you really feel.
You'll feel as if you are consigned to oblivion.
That it'll be inevitable for the people who once valued you so much,
Consider you only as a dreadful memory.
You'll feel as if there are thousand things inside you,
Blaring to be heard,
To let loose amidst the falls,
But it won't. It'll be trapped once again. Unheard.
You'll feel your eyes losing its sparkle and cheer that you once had,
And that your tears will define you than words.
There will be days when you'll fall apart a billion trillion times,
Somehow, hoping that you'll be okay.
But soon you'll realize that your despairing and worthless life will trap you in the pound of shitstorms and tragedies  
That it'll become utterly impossible for you to begin again.