If I could give it all, I did
I gave away a privileged life, one could dream to live
At the time, I didn't think I had much
My mistake and all my glory was crushed
My perspective was crooked
All were in awe of my life, yet I overlooked it
I thought of my life like a house of glass
Too fragile and meek, so over-class
Ironically, that was an understatement
My life, a house of gold to be completely blatant
Yet still I took my life with no value
The gold was my ashtray I spew
Now my life, a burnt down house, scarce of abundance
A daily reminder of my descendance
Into a void; hell
Hopeless on whether I'll live to have a story to tell
Of how life gave me something
And how quickly I gave life reason to make me nothing