Ain’t it funny that people in some peaceful well lived countries write horror stories out of boredom,
Here we’re illiterate , no one writes
But at least we live these stories ,
We’re not bored ,
We’re running out of time ,
And if you complain , you’re a bitch ,
If you complain here you’re just wanting a high essential life added to your high quality living ,
Because you just wanna fuck around for the rest of your life ,
While the ones who really struggle who really strive no one hears them
No one fucking sees or cares about their complains .
And I’m not here to speak about anyone ,
I’m only trying to say two or three ,
No one sees you
Weep and you weep alone
Run as much as you want ,
No one sees you ,
Be with and leave how much as you want ,
No one of them will see you ,
Love all and love alone ,
Write , no one will read ,
No one will know how it felt ,
And no one will know how it feels like to smell the fridge at night ,
And when all choose peace and well being ,
You choose struggle because it doesn’t have any meaning anymore to have any sense of good life .
We’re not God’s abandoned children
We’re not his children
He didn’t abandon us ,
The world did ,
And we did , for us.
I’ll go smell the fridge
Out of meaning
And cuss everything
Out of lack of meaning
zaki monzer 