Upside

Great isn't what I prayed

A lot of fame in it,

Chaos above the riding blade

I was blessed to quit.

Hot beverages on my desk

Filling the taste of dark,

Wrath over my solo quest

I was fond once upto work.

Rules those made by them

Rushing down my self-esteem,

Cracking the whole game

I was left alone out of the rim.

Said last sense through this word

My known and family to suffer,

Loved ones were my world

Ragging and suicide; both for the cover.

Such a knot around the neck

Each time it's tightened,

Each breath out of the sack

I rode my socks unbeaten.

So no I did try more than I could,

Had no choice to be cruel,

May the stress near the exam on board

Last of a kind, I made upside-down my own fuel.