People Just Pretend
I'm starting to realize that there is no actually friendship in
life. I'm starting realize, ppl use you time after time. I'm sick
of existence. I want to go out of this Hell. Why I'm Here Why? What
makes the difference with or without me? Nobody cares in general.
I'm so disappointed of this miserable existence here on earth even.
My life is not so bad but with or without God it's so meaningless.
I want out of this body and this universe. I want Freedom in the
END. I want real things I'm sick of all this. As Buddha says
everything is chaning nothing seems to be static, he is right about
this! I never imagined I'll be the person which I'm now. I hate my
life. Please take my life Lord. Let me out of this miserable Place
Please! Body My holding Cell ...