Depress.

In seventy years
I'll be dead
I wish that day was today
Try as I might I just can't
Get these feelings to go away
So I pray
To the silence
And tomorrow marks the same
And still I stay the loser
At this silly life game
Love myself?
Please show me how
What I see in the mirror
Just feeds my doubt.
I can't find happy and make it stay
As soon as I welcome it,
It fades away.
Just like the sun on a cloudy day.