Life

Sometimes Life is brutal,
Sometimes it is cruel,
Sometimes it rips you apart, tears you in two.

Sometimes I want to die,
of sadness, of humiliation,
of everything.

Sometimes I want to hide under the covers, so stare at people behind a tinted mirror,
to hide and never come out.

How can I be happy?
There are people dying, people crying, starving.

But I have purpose in my life,
I will be a success.
It will be hard,
it will be brutal,
it will be cruel,
But I will try,
Try my hardest.
Even when I feel like dying,
I will survive.