To hell with dreams
November 14, 2023 at 11:39 AM
I often feel lonely,
Sometimes, there’s no one to talk to.
I call out to people, but it seems in vain,
No one to share friendship with, it’s true.
I often feel sad,
And often it seems like I’m alone.
It’s easier for me to write than to express verbally,
When will you appear, my friend? When…
The whole world seems hostile to me,
It feels like I’m at war with it.
No matter how magical it may be,
I anticipate only misfortune from it.
I’m afraid to open up to people:
I’ve stepped on these rakes before.
And after a couple of times, suddenly I didn’t want
To try to change anything in the real world.
I’m tired of stereotypes,
And tired of people all around.
Sometimes, I dream that they would burn,
That a dreadful disease would undermine them all.
I often want to scream,
Scream when I’m silent,
To stop suffering in silence.
I know I want a lot…
I often feel lonely,
Sometimes, there’s no one to talk to.
And it seems I wrote this in vain:
I just realized — dreams cannot come true.
