My Hate For Life

 I'd kill myself but I’m already dead

I feel nothing and I don't care anymore

Happiness is fake and it’s all in your head

My brain, heart, and soul are sore.

 

I have given it all up

And throw everything away

I feel so corrupt

And living isn't worth it anyway.

 

Living is such a pain

Suffering for no reason

I could be labeled insane

Living is like self forced treason

 

I have fought and fought

And I have prayed

And I still would rather rot

Because my hate for life has stayed

Reviews

[brandon m.]

Go see a psycharitrist, buddy. This is a little too depressing. Live for writing if anything. I couldn't rhyme or place the words together like you but at least I'll be alive to learn...