When you’re born in a broke family, so you can’t go anywhere for outings, picnics or a trip?

The powerlessness of not being able to buy toy as a kid?

The resourcefulness you have to embrace, because things considered as necessity is a privilege in your world?

The pain of having to spend all the youthful years of your life being stuck inside?

The helplessness of having to shy away from any relationships, because you’re of a lower rung in the society?

The feeling of shame when you face the educated, rich guardians of classmate/friend, and then you have to pretend to lie about what your parents do, to appear bourgie and sophisticated?

The guilt of being born, and having ruined the life of two individuals, who could have gone child-less and had a better life without you existing?

The feeling of hopelessness after them doing their best to give their best, but you fail as an adult.

A jobless, unskilled graduate with a useless paper they call a degree.

Stuck in a fascist shit hole, with people hurting others.

This suffering won’t stop. And even if I were to end it, it will bring even more suffering for the ones I leave behind.

Fuck this.