Ready for sleep; only to wake up and be dragged into another day of suffering and injustice. 

Why don't cats rule the world, so it could be as gentle as they are? Why is power always in the hands of those who have no mercy, no soul, no shred of humanity left? 

This world breaks the kind and lifts the cruel. It crushes those who dare to dream of peace and lets the butchers walk free. No matter how much we scream, no matter how much we suffer, nothing changes 

How do you keep fighting when hope itself feels like a cruel joke? When life offers nothing but pain, and death feels like the only certainty? When every struggle leads to more suffering, and freedom remains a dream never meant for you?

How do you hold on when the world watches your agony, pities you from a distance, and leaves you feeling more broken, like you're nothing but a victim someone who can never be saved? How do you stay sane when comfort and peace are illusions, and survival feels more like a curse than a victory? 

How do you find the strength to keep going when every road leads back to suffering? When each new day, each breath, is just another reminder that while the world moves on, you are left waiting; for starvation, for displacement, for the next bomb, the next loss, the next moment that could end it all? 

How do you continue when it feels like youre standing in the ruins of everything you've known and loved, watching the world rebuild itself without you! 

This isn't just sad. This is unbearable. This is inhuman. And yet, here we are. Still breathing. Still waiting. Holding on to whatever scraps of hope remain, even when the world insists we don't deserve them. Still here, still fighting, even when it feels like the fight is already lost.