My compulsion.

I thought I have found happiness,
A life is found even if it is false,
I have never felt sorry for you,
So, my compulsion got happy,

Weather was the pain, kept bearing,
And the fire kept on burning me,
Even if it was not easy to die,
I wanted to live but, didn't have stuff,
My happiness is out of bounds,
My wills and wishes got suicide,
I broke my heart by coming in words,
And made my happiness strangled,
And the condition is that I can't sob,
Neither I can live nor I can die,
Your indifference is out of bounds,

My all dreams, wishes got suicide..........