Wealth and prosperity,
They should make us happier—
But do they?

We forget the joy of daily bread,
The gift of learning, work, and rest.
We overlook the clothes we wear,
The safety of the homes we share.

The more prosperity we gain,
The less true happiness will remain

I sat in my living room, talking to Death
“Why are you not afraid of me?” he said
I looked him in the eyes and spoke
“I’m not scared to die — my heart already broke”

He gently lifted his head, and I saw
In his eyes, a pain — an emotion so raw
He looked at me and said through teary eyes:
“Once, my love, there will be peace and no more silent cries"

I cried and screamed, “Why not now? Why not today?”
He touched my hand and looked in a peaceful, kind way
“My dear, your life isn’t done, it hasn’t even really begun
You don’t live, but just exist. Please, my dear, try to live

Dear Dad,

I always tried to understand
Why you felt like no one held your hand

I tried to know why **** and alcohol
Became your refuge, your silent wall
And why you feared the noise and crowded places,
Maybe the world just held too many empty spaces.

I really tried and tried to see inside
But some things you decided to hide
Maybe life was just too hard
For your already broken heart

There were bright days, and there were dark
But your eyes always missed their spark
I asked you if you were oke
And you said: "Happiness never wanted to stay"

I was never the villain,
The story was just never told
Like it was me who needed a hand to hold

"Hear me out," a sentence every girl has said
He looks good on the outside, but inside? Just bad
"Hear me out" makes sense in novels and scripts
Real life? Bad plot — no plot twists

I sat in my living room, talking to Death
“Why are you not afraid of me?” he said
I looked him in the eyes and spoke
“I’m not scared to die — my heart already broke”

He gently lifted his head, and I saw
In his eyes, a pain — an emotion so raw
He looked at me and said through teary eyes:
“Once, my love, there will be peace and no more silent cries"

I cried and screamed, “Why not now? Why not today?”
He touched my hand and looked in a peaceful, kind way
“My dear, your life isn’t done, it hasn’t even really begun
You don’t live, but just exist. Please, my dear, try to live — I insist.”

I feel lost, drowning in an ocean
I feel lost, where the sun doesn't shine
I feel lost, with my breath frozen
I feel lost, reaching for stars never mine

I feel lost, with words unspoken
I feel lost, in voices in my mind
I feel lost, in a heart cracked, not broken
I feel lost, searching for peace I can’t find