Dead dreams

dreams are dead long ago, faded away with the paper crafted wings,
i knew the reality, i knew the future, and i can not change it.

what will you do if you knew there is nothing you can change?

what will you do if you have lose your goal?

what will you do if you shouldn't have born to this world?

i been tired to live, to struggle for surviving, to fight against people who disagreed me, now i need a rest, a long, worm, peaceful rest.