Ever Present

What is all of this worth, life?

The way it bombards you and ensures

that all of the best things are eventfully cut short..

Joy is always short lived, and typically accompanied by some inescapable misery.

Now pain..

She is ever present and extremely conceited.

Everything that touches me must mention her name.

Pain is paramount so what's the fuckin point?

Why, then, have I been cursed to live?

Is pain the totality of what life has to give?

My only hope is that reincarnation be impossible for me.

I wish never to live again if this is what life's meant to be.

I have nothing to offer and nothing to show

Clearly unworthy of compassion, kindness, forgiveness, and love

This life is eternal punishment for being.

For my own existence I am punished as if I made myself this way.

I am in a living hell from which there is no escape.

I can't even kill me and get away.

I live for no reason at all.

I am nothing entirely and incapable of all things

Incapable of success

Incapable of escape

My life, a tragic mistake

A fuck up

Responsible for every negative aspect of existence as I know it

I am a waste

A useless piece of shit capable of being a disappointment at best

Who lives to die?

Why even live?

Why??

Because I'm not allowed to die

Not here

Not now

Not until

I'm given every last reason to cry