we work and work and work and drive ourselves to the point of exhaustion
we strive to do better at every aspect in our lives
we take every risk, every opportunity
to make a better future for ourselves
we have things our younger selves would never have imagined us having
a career, true love, a family
yet at every point in life we are reminded
that we are not happy, and never have been
so what is the point?
in reaching every goal,
admiring every achievement
when you know you will never be satisfied
because in the end you aren’t any happier
than the day you were brought into the world

If every bee
Was limited to one flower
We wouldn't have pollination

If you see this,
Maybe at least pay attention this time?

To the words and how they're written
If you even care.
Reader,
Enlighten me, what would change if i
Died?