This human skin,
why is it so hard to live in?
The human mind,
why is it unkind?
Does my existence even matter?
Do I have a purpose?
To live in a world that is only best seen when your drunk.
To live in a world where oxygen is every where but I still suffocate.
I know cigarettes are meant to ****, maybe thats why I smoke so much.
Maybe its because I strive to live in a place of tranquility,
I crave the feeling of serenity
but god ****** will I ever get there?