Oh, how we hate it.

The things we endure,
All that we go through.
Only to see the next day,
The same people.
What's the point?
Where's my purpose,
My reason.
Why hasn't it come?
Why hasn't it shown itself?
Where do I belong?
Oh, how we hate it.
The way things work.
How much they hurt.
The way we can't stop.
I don't like it,
Not at all.
Not one bit.
I can't find my reason,
But I can't end it.
I have many ways,
But no courage.
Be happy,
I can't but,
If you can...
Then be happy.
Oh,
...life...