A broken leg
A blind eye
I hate to beg
My life isn't a lie

Thrown by my own
On the streets to survive
Such generosity shown
Even death doesn't arrive

I had money
I had fame
Life turned funny
All played game

Accident made me impair
I could feel hate everywhere
If only the truck hadn't hit my car
But this grudge, I got to bear

Lone, restless, I only fear
Friends, families pass without care
Each moment, a drop of tear
Sheds down, this is not rare

I do wish to disappear
But I am not a coward to take my life
Each day on the same street, I appear
While bitter words cut like knife...


©sim