Existence

Sometimes

Late at night

When the darkness rushes in

And chases off the light

I think

And sometimes it's something good

But mostly, it's something bad

Or something sad

To the brink

of tears

It takes me

When I think

Why should I be happy?

Sometimes I wish

That I could be Just a little prettier

Maybe then i'd find a partner

Just a little smarter

Maybe then I'd have the grades I want

Just a little wittier

Maybe then I'll defend myself

Then I think

Why is life so hard?

People everyday are 

Fighting,

Loving

Lying,
Living,
Dying,

Good people run in terror of the corrupt

Is this the future we've woven?

Why is it so hard?

Sometimes I wish I could stop existing

But that means dying

And I don't want to die

But

That doesn't mean I want to go on living

I'm not depressed

Or schizophrenic

Just tired

of living in a world

where existing is an epidemic

that isn't being cured.

Author's Note

Sorry if this made no sense. I just wrote what my mind was thinking last night.