No One Comes

Sometimes, loneliness can kill a person.

You stop focusing on the real stuff—

The brain floods with imagination,

Prefrontal cortex turns to fog.

When problems come,

You search for answers,

But even answers need answers too.

You blame yourself for being lazy,

But the truth?

You were never given the tools.

They laugh—

Call you a loser,

While your world collapses in silence.

No one comes to rescue the poor soul.

They say, “We’re all in the same boat,”

But yours is cracked and sinking.

Complicated love.

The beast on your back.

You've learned your lessons.

You hold the plans—clear, brilliant—

But the world keeps saying, “Not now.”

Sometimes you wish you had never been born,

Just to escape this hellish loop.

They say hard work pays—

But what if there’s no one to hire you?

What if your paper means nothing in this economy?

No goods to sell.

No hope to hold.

You’ve lived anxious since birth—

A legacy of nothing passed down.

At night, only monsters speak.

You lie awake, stiff with fear.

Witches? Maybe.

Delusion? Maybe.

But fear is real either way.

They end your life

Without even thinking of theirs.

But we all—

We all are going to die.