Life's progress

My life,
So plain
Rather it be just a game;
No losing
No crying
No loneliness or constant sighing
No more stress for all the rest

My life,
Sucks
Everyday approachable shmucks
Still puzzled on the reason to live
Everthing will be the same
After i blow out my brain

What's the purpose to live anymore?
To have a family that you adore?
Just the idea of that makes me sore
Day by day i wish for more
Just something that will bring me closer
To that loving happiness everyone possesses

They got their friends and memories
Rich, snobby, pushy families
Think success is all a business,
And they work you
Because that's all that life is,
"progress"