I Can’t
This isn’t poetry—
These words are drops of my tears,
Spilled from the darkest corners of my heart,
Where my feelings are locked away, unseen.
God,
I never wished for riches,
Only a life of contentment,
Just enough to fulfill my needs.
I can’t…seriously I can’t.
Sometimes, I feel like quitting this life.
I look around and see—
Some long for food,
Some long for love,
Some long for only for needs
Tell me, God,
Did they deserve this pain,
Do you think we are lazy?
Because from my eyes, the hardest workers
Are the ones who suffer most.
We weren’t born with silver spoons,
We come from a place
Where money only meets our needs, never our dreams.
Not just money—
Even love, when longed for,
Becomes an endless wait.
Are we truly unfit for happiness?
God, Enough is enough!
Because you are stabbing the body,
But my soul… it has already endured enough.
It’s over
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 10:16 AM UTC
I Can’t
This isn’t poetry—
These words are drops of my tears,
Spilled from the darkest corners of my heart,
Where my feelings are locked away, unseen.
God,
I never wished for riches,
Only a life of contentment,
Just enough to fulfill my needs.
I can’t…seriously I can’t.
Sometimes, I feel like quitting this life.
I look around and see—
Some long for food,
Some long for love,
Some long for only for needs
Tell me, God,
Did they deserve this pain,
Do you think we are lazy?
Because from my eyes, the hardest workers
Are the ones who suffer most.
We weren’t born with silver spoons,
We come from a place
Where money only meets our needs, never our dreams.
Not just money—
Even love, when longed for,
Becomes an endless wait.
Are we truly unfit for happiness?
God, Enough is enough!
Because you are stabbing the body,
But my soul… it has already endured enough.
It’s over
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