The Tear

Brethren, I'm held between a rock and a hard surface. Nothing seem to add up. The East seem to be West. All sides perilous. I know not what to do. All I tried went in vain. I'm left with no energy. In case I do not survive. Put my words in writing. Tell them that I tried my best. The rich exploited me. I had no opportunity to grow. I tried... It seem I had no friends. All ran away at my peril. Others proved to be frenemies. I had no family too. Every attempt I did. From a frying pan to fire. It was. Not the waters not the air supports life. @Tha Formidable Cheru.