It’s harsh

Life is harsh in ways many,

I go on without traces of any.

Choices are many, chances are few,

Ends with eyes filled with dew.

I walked past you strong and cold,

Thinking what happened was so bold.

Later it hits me, I was wrong

I’ve pushed my limits,I am like a band,

Yet I am left empty and aching,

Gone with the wind are my last hopes of making,

Tried I have to make him understand, that 

I changed myself for the one..

But he is gone far.. Far from my reach,

Now my voice only echoes within my peach.

My hopes are killed, I am exhausted,

Gone with the wind are those whom I wanted..