Strangely, Life Started From Sadness

Strangely, life started from sadness, there was no road leading to happiness: only climbing slopes, running out of breath, being dragged to reach another height... how could you ignore my helplessness? Have you rewarded me for my effort, have you shown appreciation for enduring pain, and be your pillar of strength? None of my sacrifices were worthwhile to a lady who lived for herself and her pride... never being kind to a guy in search of loving. Strangely, life started from sadness, and what could have been Paradise turned into that existence of joyless moments without kisses or embraces; I gave in to your demands failing to realize how far you could go without feeling remorse. Have you come to the conclusion that forcing someone to love you was an illusion? Where's your guilt, where's your regret? You shrug your shoulders, I'm mad and upset.