I wish it were as easy.
Just to sit in this room.
No one able to trick me.
Not a single false thought.

I don't want to exist.
Every fiber of my essence would just simply disappear.
Not a single person would frown, all of the injustices would still be.
Though, tomorrow would act like nothing happened.
Even continue without.

I wish to be dead, long ago.
Before growing up, and getting old.
The only time I feel worthy, is when i'm asleep.
And, the questions are riddled with contradiction.

It really is a shame.
Seeking through life for something genuine.
We all put up a front, acting like it's what we want.
Tricking others into thinking we are legitimate.
In the end, we're just using devilish-wit.

To go through the motions, is to be jaded.
Feeling like "death", but also wearing a disguise.
A colorful universe hidden behind frightful eyes.
Why is it so difficult to just find a reason?
Is there purpose in all of this abstract?

It's like gambling.
We get a taste of it once in our life.
Viciously, we want it again.
That one connection.
To another sad soul.