What's up with all the depressing poems young people are writing on this site?

Go out, take a deep breath of the fresh mountain air or the salty sea breeze
Talk to people, have a laugh, look someone in the eyes
Read a book,
You're alive!

From the mainstream and chest
A projection strong and important
Call it a hand,

No situation last
Be it good or bad
It just have a root
From the mainstream of life
And it works,
It propels confusion
In happiness or anger.
The strong survive
From the currents though.

My fingers is my formula
THUMB
I am the dominion ,gateway and key
Walk over the challenge to achieve your goal.
INDEX FINGER
I am the progress,just press on success is underway
*******
I am the smoothness you need,work hard,I will smother weeds and free your way.
RING FINGER
I am the stability and resources
Keep work and just achieve your goals of life .
PINKY
I am the youngest and accompanying sweet environment.
Never worry,recreation I give ,work smart.

Build confidence
Determination
Devotion
Sacrifice and in no time
You enjoy the fruit
Of your call.

Just on time
And without hesitation
In a stable heartbeat
And a well calculated thesis
If you allow me.
I will write in your life
The best of story
In the best of ink
Using my well knit handwriting,
I will use my best pen
To praise and raise
Whatever and wherever
I am ready but...
my best pen pours ink!

My old left
Yes, mine life is new
I am leading it my version
I worry why you mind my fashion
I'm not a Night runner
So why question my manner?
It may,yes frivolous
But I see it fabulous
Me to construct
Humble and instruct
A proud,and authoritative sight
I care not a slight
Not to say fright !
Because I am new
And my old left a day I forgot !

Stop it!
Kindly stop it!
Let me be Sincere
Headache you cause me severe
I am a child of God
And I believe in God
I am bound by ten commandments
And I keep them in my apartments
So please get it right
The way I am,I am alright
The ****,your snaps
My whatsup,give me hot slaps
Sensation cutting across
I swallow in your miasma,
Like I will carry my cross
Stop injecting me poison
Because
You are soon making me sin!

Like I call it
A sign of a tired soul
The eyelids turn heavy,
And unable to function
Muscle does not contract
But do relax
And the head turns heavy still
You fall off the chair
Or your pen fall off your hand
And wakes you up
You ignite it up
Once again
But fails and fall again!
I call you ,
Wink wink
Go to bed and share your story
The next day!