Life Is a Tragic Joke

Don’t read this post because I want to talk about some painful facts.
Some years ago, when I was just an eighteen boy I thought that perhaps the standards which has organized our society and we have to respect them as our essential laws in life, is not perfect because sometimes they can’t satisfy us or resolve our problems… a bit later, I faced a tragic story (about love and emotion). Then I expected the people around me to guide me and tell me how to get rid of this sad condition. I expected them to solace me because I thought that it is the worst condition that I have been ever in that.
But my guess wasn’t true.
The worst thing that had happened to me in life was realizing this fact that actually there is no structure in our life.
How bad…!
No body wanted to listen to me. Every body believed that I am a guilty person because our society couldn’t handle needs of the members.
I forgot that story because I had to forget that. I have to forget what ever that happens to me. Nobody can feel what I feel because the emotion is dead.
What a pity… my society isn’t older than a young man but I feel I’m dealing with a messy and mad society.
Where are the people when I feel lonely?
The people who call themselves “Friend”…
Where is society…?
…
My inside has become ugly…
Just like my appearance…
No body wants the real “me”.
…
God…
Are you there?

I don’t think so…

I don’t wanna live anymore… I don’t…