We're so many yet so alone,
We live in a prison and call it a home..
Only if I could die, I could be well,
Since over 7 billion people on this planet,
And not even a single has time for me,
What The hell...
whenever I cry, I just have a blanket,
My friends - they're so busy,
I feel like John Cena -
Saying you can't see me..
Somebody has a life to make,
Somebody is busy in the life already made,
And somebody's somebody has problems from me..
That's what the world's population sounds to me!
I want to die,
I want to end my life,
Maybe a dagger, a bottle of pills,
A gun or just the kitchen knife..
Or else,
Maybe this world could be made a better place,
And this Earth can too have better grace...
Where all are the winners of the same race,
Where there's no religion, no gender and no race..
Where the news isn't flooded with - murders, robberies, corruption, abduction and ****..
Where people love humanity, and equality,
Where people love animals and are against them the cruelty,
Where mother nature is treated with all the novelty..
And where people don't live for money..
And where there is no liquor, no smoking pipe,
All humans, living a peaceful life..
No army - fighting for borders,
No policemen killing innocent 'cause of orders,
No terrorists no racists,
And humanity has no horrors...
I know that world is kinda impossible to create,
But maybe this does happen,
If a little step we initiate..
We're so many yet so alone,
We live in a prison and call it a home..
Please support humanity!