I never chose to exist.
Funny enough, I never choose to breathe
either.
So many hard knocks and not a single door
to stand in for my face.
Guess that's life trying to **** me.
American life.
Sometimes I go mad on purpose
just so that I can be somewhere else.
My room spins as the coupon books burn.
The lack of nutrients is rotting my brain.
I'm starting to feel stupid.
People walk by me and their eyes are empty.
College campuses frighten me.
I go there to learn and just feel dumb,
especially since their robbing me blind.
Somehow I feel this is supposed to happen.
Perhaps they want us all to die inside.
When was the last time you felt happy?

Maybe we should all run away into a distant land
that stands upon the sun's hollow rays and glimmers
into oblivion so that in death we may yet have light.

Or maybe we were made to be miserable
and happiness was just a lie.