Why is life so hard?
Why is the wish to be happy
so hard to get granted?
Why does it seem
like life is just determined
determined to make my life miserable
determined to make me break
and give in
give in to the desire
the desire to die
Why do people seem determined
to do the very same thing?
Is there a limit to the madness
the madness that is life?
Is there a limit to the agony
the agony life brings me?
Will life ever get better
or am I hoping against hope?
Should I give in
or fight?
Why should I even have to ask
such a question
as to whether or not to die?
I shouldn't, that's the problem
So why do I?

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