Standing alone, you stare at someone having a happy life but you know you're not going to have the same life.
You pray to god that someday everything will be fine but inside, deep inside you know it's all wrong.
Working everyday and yet a person comes and tells you that you're useless, you can't even so one thing right. Don't you feel like dying then?
Everyone knows that they're gonna die someday and yet they're scared. Why?
What will you even do in this world of million humans and still you're alone?
You can't do anything other than crying can you?
You can't have the same happiness you used to have or you were planning to have.
You can't write your life. It was written and you can't help it. You can't do anything so why bother living?
I tried dying but i guess it's not my time to die so I just live on and stay as I watch my life shattering in pieces.
Now you know why I love rain. Even you would love it.
