Hope, expectations, dreams—
the cruel monopoly of human life.
Some say life is not a monopoly, but is that really true?
If it isn't, then why do we suffer why I suffer?
Why does the world feel so cold to me?
I dream of becoming something—
something that will bring me happiness,
something that will give me a reason to live.
But what exactly is the dream I'm chasing?
I look around and remember the time when I had people I could call friends.
But as time passed, they moved on,
and I'm still stuck with broken hopes.
Sometimes, I stare at the night sky filled with countless stars
and wonder when I'll ever shine like them in this empty sky.
Dreams are lies.
Expectations are lies.
Hope dies in a cruel world where corruption thrives.
I just can't do it anymore.
The burden on my back hurts—it pushes me closer to my own grave.
Every day I wake up wondering
why my dreams feel so distant,
why the burden grows heavier every time I fail.
People think I'm not good enough,
as if my struggles are nothing to them.
And maybe they're right.
Maybe they've always been.
I believe life is a selfish monopoly,
and I am its victim—
a victim who knows nothing but suffering.
I keep rolling the dice,
betting everything I have,
hoping that maybe this time I'll win—
that I'll finally get a chance.
But I never do.
Even my dreams betray me,
mocking me for hoping for something impossible.
Maybe I should just give up…
And then I see myself sitting on the edge of a bridge,
staring at the sky—
the same sky filled with the same stars
and the same dreams I once held close.
But maybe I was never meant to dream at all.
So I close my eyes,
take a breath,
and let myself fall into the ocean below.
The moment I hit the water,
the tension in my body begins to fade.
My mind quiets.
No expectations.
No arguments.
No more suffering.
I give up—
give up on trying,
give up on hoping,
give up on everything