When Night Falls

When night falls, I only have myself.

Closing my eyes, I realize I’m drifting further from reality.

I no longer find meaning in anything in my life:

Having friends—what for?

They’re all temporary.

They come into your life like passing shadows,

disrupting the small chaos you call order,

and then they leave without explanation.

Family—honestly, I don’t even know what it’s for.

We’re supposed to love someone "by obligation" just because we share the same blood,

even when they hurt us in the most painful ways imaginable.

And yet, we’re expected to forgive them,

because if we don’t, it’s frowned upon.

Living—I’ve never truly understood why we even want to live.

In the end, we all share the same fate: death,

an eternal sleep that not even the richest can escape.

We live constantly racing against time,

simply because we were born.

No one asked to be born,

so why is it so wrong to end one’s own life?

Weren’t we supposed to have free will?

Or is that just something they want us to believe?

Because I still don’t see that I’m free to do what I want

or choose my own actions.

As children, we’re bound to obey the rules of adults.

As adults, we submit to those in higher positions.

And when we’re close to death,

we have to follow the rules set by those who care for us.