What is my life?I know it's too tough,Time is not too ripe,Of a failure how rough.Field of study within daily basis,Losing enough of my vocabulary,It's hard enough to formulate a thesis,Of my very existence of all the worry.Push me enough to fulfill my dreams,Can't understand on what to follow,Worthless am I to hold on beams,Understandings to which no one allow.I apologize for thine behavior,For this place is such a tremor,My guilt is feat for what a horror,I should have died within that harbor.Thankful to the gifts given to me,My condition is still hard and hurts,The illness is not like Ptolemy,Nor Heliocentric but now it blurts.The one is comfort, primarily I need,This sorrow to possess, to most don't care,Trying is needed, but now I plead,To suffering and humility I must bear.I'm worthless enough and so frail I stand,Talking nonsense of what I'm corrected,I just want to be proud out with a hand,The storm of knives, to which I'm corrupted.Trying to balance a state of equilibrium,Can't even put integrity on a tensegrity,I am not stable like I had valium,That is what I get too much of intensity.A hole in the center of my own dignity,The promise but I am with no worth,Forgive me for I leave with responsibility,A blessing parallel for I'm of dirt.Trying not to cry but there is no choice,The rain runs fast and through the rumors,But what do I try if I say in that voice,Tremendous information that leads to my horrors.