wrecked world

-Fiction Entry-an attempt to write a sad story-

Whoever read this, please pass a word to God.

I'm sad, but i seemed happy on the outside.

I'm trying not to think too much and i think i'm failing to.

Dad's in a mess, financially. Ain't revealing how much's coming in, or going out.

Late bills are the only indication. Whats else unrevealed? I really dun know.

Mum's getting aged, but still gotta work as a canteen vendor, hot oil fumes and air and all, sigh.

Elder bro, gotta work hard to build his own future now, yet still giving the family so much.

And the incomeless me and my younger bro, gotta just make do with what ever little we earned each month, goodness we are undergraduates! but the world does not gurantee rich students life.

Whats gonna be in the end? losing the flat again?

Mum dad does not really talk anymore, feeding the tense taut air.

This's for real, reader.

So to whoever i said that money ain't nothing to me, this is the world of money.
Use it, but some of us slave for it.

But God, for many repents I owe, I still wanna seek an answer..why all these?

Please.

For all the trips to thailand, I owe mich's parents too much. in material and support. Think I can afford all that? yea right.

Fuck money.