Who invented this sick game we call life
was it meant to be some form of entertainment
to watch me flounder and then drown
there really is no light at the end of my tunnel
it is a black abyss that stretches on into eternity
the darkness surrounds me and everyone i love
dragging them down
forcing them to play
none of us have any control
we are merely puppets, game pieces
going through the motions of this thing
whether silent or screaming
no one hears my desperate cries
or perhaps they are heard
but ignored
i am a side note
a post-it on someone's computer
maybe a #72 on someone's to-do list
why am i still here
i've already lost the game
my points are negative numbers now
why must i keep playing
i have nothing to gain
surely nothing more to lose
could someone please help me
perhaps move my game piece back to "start"
