I feel like I am in the middle of the desert.
I’m sick and I am dying, but people are just passing me like they don’t even see me.
I am screaming for help ,but everyone is busy dealing with their own problems.
I am hopeless. I can’t get up and survive.
All my energies have been spent on trying things that don’t even seem important to me now.
All these hopes that I have had and all these dreames I have dreamt.
They are right here, burried in the ground with a big part of my identity.
I’m lost and even if I managed to get up, I wouldn’t know where to go.
Because right now every road seems wrong and the future hopeless.
I’ve no reason to live.
And too many reasons to cry.
I really want better life.
What if it’s better to die?