If I could tell the world my story

I wish I could tell the world how hard it is to move from a scattered world to the another ,everyday seems to past away but I seems to be in the same spot waiting for tomorrow to find me ,life seems easier for others and they think you are the same ,but deep down they are sorrows you can't share ,they are pain you can't open up about cause you are always careful people will judge you ,I tell myself I can do it if I put my mind to it but life keep pushing me to the corner and I keep drifting from what it call reality ,the joy of not being able to laugh when you are supposed to ,the joy others pour that you can't do the same but you have to force yourself to be in that position,you want to pour your heart out but there is no one ready to listen ,your heart is broken but there is no one to mend ,you need a hug but there is no one to give you one ,you need a comfort but there is no one to comfort you ,how sad can it be that in this entire world there is no one to be there for you when you need ,amazingly I wonder how people complain and think you don't want to be in the same position as they are ,when people don't know you they start to talk ,I wonder how the world can be a better one of you don't share love but keep hating ,they are a lot of people in this world who need love but they are few who are ready to give it to them but I ask myself where are they ,where are they hiding but I just want to tell you that your life can be a mess but it's not yet over yet
There is a hope left in hidden somewhere even it's a 1 percent of it all someone is ready to lend it out to you .
Be ready to receive it