Broken soul

My hope is ending. I want to scape but everybody told me that the charity isn´t found it. I thought that the world was a wonderful place, but I have discovered it is so ruthless and so mean. Why can I not live with my ideas? Why can I not choose my friends? Why do I need to please everybody if I want to be happy?

I was really bad. I accepted a bad conditions and I felt really alone. I wish I did a solo to sing my complains. I´d rather to express my real feeling but I know it a hopeless. This world is ruthless and I can´t develop myself. Like a weapon changes or decided its target I would want to change or decide all decisions of my life.

Someone advised my that: I would need to lose a lot If I wanted to be happy, I would need to say yes to some people, although I am thinking no, if I wanted to be free and I would need to leave my reason to try to change the target of the enemy.

OK, I have got a place where I can sleep, eat and keep my body clean, but I haven´t got my decisions. Someday it will change and the end will come.