Lacking Motive

I cannot write another line

Or take another step

For I don't have reason

After the funeral that is.

I was to die with her

Our take on Romeo and Juliet

Turned sour and ended more

Like Hamlet at its beginning

Leaving me depressed and 

Unhappy to carry on with

This eternal curse we all share

That we all bear within.

Why live

When we all die in the end

Why carry on this hopeless parady

As if everything is good.

Someone holds this truth

But they aren't among the living

For they would yell above the rest

Until they were nothing but flith

Covered in the bloody green

Home grown from the corupt

That create their own purpose

To feel value when they lack it themselves.

I look out the window

Of this room

That is unhealthy in how

Clean it is kept.

The fools try so hard to save me

Yet who told them I wished to live? 

The docs and the helpless nurses

Of course, this world bleeds steriotypes.

I wouldn't expect much less.