Wrong direction

Hard work pays but for some, hard work is fatal, carries depression and it's aspects are mortal, My parents worked hard for as long as I can recall and it took me just one day to tarnished all that work and produce negative results constituted by agony and sorrow

They paid school fees at a private school for the quality of my education. The quality that misused and destroyed, they gave me money to please me so I could study with a smile and I chose to study with pride, I took drugs and alcohol to the highest consumption.

I gave no attention to my pass rates, but paid more money to my dealers and peers, the world worshiped me. Girls were at my disposal and everything occurred in my command.

My parents died, their money departed and misery began, I had no education they wished and paid for. I was left to depend on me and me was never strong enough for anything to depend on.