We’re all busy chasing our "dreams" that we forgot the very purpose of it all is to be happy.

Here we are, wondering why highly regarded and successful men **** themselves when no one's looking.

You delight in my sorrow
You smile at my tears
You love the control you have
Breaking me down year by year

What will future me have left
When I’ve been consumed by you
Swallowed down into your dungeon
Chained up to the wall
Beaten for my pleasures
Broken by withdrawl

Because my happiness is your pain
My smile makes you insane
You want me broken and blue
Because it easier for you

I sense it around me, my heart denies it
but my soul knows the truth.
All i need is to say it out loud.
We are born in a world controlled by fear
and compulsions, slaves to a meaningless
purpose.
What is the point of existing just so we can
serve someone else wishes?
All i hope is to set myself free and i would
beg for others to do the same.
My instincts always served me well i can not
deny them now.
A distant voice echoes inside my head but for
the first time it is my own.