Escape From The Dystopia

It's was, never too late to change. And yet, nothing changed for the good in this world. Where am I able to meet home? When I'm dead? But even death is better than living in this rotten place. There is no such thing as pure evil, but there is such as a world full of evil. Maybe I won't be able to feel what it is like, the good in life.

Love, agony, anxiety, hate, confusion, betrayed, cheated, backstabbed, bullied, greed, etc.. Things as such will forever exist, yet it all has a dreadful process.

There's nothing left, but trash. If the world will be destroyed, it shall be destroyed. Yet suffering is still there. Can't they at least stop these wars? Aren't they sick of it? Yet again, I'm just dreaming dreams that would never come true in this world. I must escape this dystopia,

And return to my utopia.