Once a thought
   come in my heart
To kill my self
   And to get depart

I tried a lot
   To kill myself
but my stubborn life
   did not end

Everything a new
  step I took
But got nothing
  By hook or by crook

sad with consequences
  I tried to live
But got nothing
  Except hits & bits

Again I tried
   to take a step
but this my life
  didn't took a step

"life will end
   when disteny tells
only when
   earth becomes hell"

This I thought
   which all got fail
but still my life is
   completely pale
   

good effort,
very tru syednaami,life is what you make of it