Die

Maybe it's not worth waiting to die,   

Not worth living in a world of truth and lies.

No sympathy here—an eye for an eye;    

You're not welcomed, just say goodbye. 

Every action here can make someone cry;

You might end up in a heavy monsoon or full dry.

Cold-blooded inside, but eats deep-fry;

Doing good for others? Not worth a try.

Why? Tell me why?

Is it worth living here for another minute?

Things might be bad—but have you seen the "worst" in it?

We never know what's real or what's beneath;

People look happy, but not happy mental health.

Sweet from the start, but bitter in stealth;

Expensive show-offs, yet not enough wealth.

Yes, things are upside down—you've rightly felt.

Even good parenting sometimes ends with a belt.

No empathy when furriers skin rabbit pelts.

You know the lies can’t hide when the judge tells;

No one will feel for you behind closed cells.

So stop the yells—stop making yourself a clown.

Life is extra struggle when you're born in a family that's brown.

People are always ready to tear you down;

No one to cheer you, no one to bandage your wounds.

Responsibilities make your free hands bound;

A rupee for every sweat, no more British pound.

You spent your life struggling—only now you've found

When kids got no food to eat, they make an unpleasant sound.

Life is just a loop, spinning round and round...

But maybe it’s not the lack in this beautiful world we were born,

In darkness and in light, I stood sworn — now broken, worn.

The choices I made left me drowned.

My dead body floats—soon to be buried in the ground.

How ungrateful I was, failing to turn things around.

Don't worry, buddy; I was a failure who defined this beautiful world.

Ignored my flaws, blamed others — ended up hurled.

As I spoke , my true emotions unfurled

Another young, depressed man

Gone, with a suicide note curled.