The Cure

When life has no meaning,
when life is a mess,
there’s only one way to fix it,
and that way is death.

Life just seems to be empty.
No matter how hard you try to fill it with life,
another hole pops out of nowhere,
and all your hard work drains away.

You find the perfect time to tell him how you dream of being with him,
how you love him so much,
and then when you find out he’s already got plans with another,
your whole meaning in life just evaporates.

You try your hardest to fit in,
but your efforts seem to shatter like every mirror you look in.
You must come to face the bitter truth,
when you haven’t even tasted sweet success.

Your best efforts get turned into a dash to the finish.
It’s hard to get going at first,
but suddenly when the finish is in sight,
you trip and stumble only to lose the race.

You feel so alone,
though everyone says they’re there.
But actions are stronger than words,
and theirs contradicts their tale.

So when you feel so alone,
you feel that nobody cares,
you think of him,
but no longer does he matter.

He never cared anyways,
the only time he gave you attention was to use you.
You’re just a nuisance and pain to everyone else,
so what’s the point of living – there is none.

You’ve been having a hard time lately,
but you keep it all to yourself.
No one knew and they wouldn’t care anyways,
all they did was make it worse.

The whole point of life is to be happy.
Now that is a cliff you have no chance to scale.
You think it can’t get worse so you try to make it better,
but that backfires and just fans the flames of depression even more.

You can’t do anything right.
Even if you were to end it all now,
along the road of life, to find a shortcut to the end,
you’d probably mess it up anyways.

Oh well.
I guess all you can do is just go on,
thinking about how good it would be if you could give up,
and wait things out – it has to get better.