Broken

Crying and shouting I sat in a corner,

Cursing my fate I guess I was born to be a mourner.

Nothing that I wished had ever come true,

I was living like a thrown away hopeless corkscrew.

I seeked to find peace and some happiness in life,

But failure was my soulmate and sadness my wife.

Thinking of why not end this life I met someone,

She picked me from the hell and brought me to heaven.

Her talk was sweet and voice like a song of a koyal,

My personality changed from a beggar to someone royal.

I used to dress up like a star to impress her to the fullest,

But who knew she was Brutus and would stab me in the chest.

I definitely thought it was the end of my life,

So finally I gathered courage and cut myself with knife.