What do I do?
I feel like everything just keeps going wrong.
Things get worse and worse and never improve.
Every time I see the light, I can never reach it.
What do I do?

Hope is there.
Just at the edge of my fingers.
At the tip of my tongue.
It’s under my nose.
But every time I reach, it’s gone like a rabbit.

Fleeing, running, laughing at me.
Joking and poking fun
At my misery.

Nothing may ever work out for me.
Everything keeps going wrong, even though I’m doing everything right.
I just want to do something, anything
Anything to help, to free me from this mental prison.

Life just keeps moving on without me.
I’m stuck in the past.
I’m haunted by my own spirit, holding me down in chains.

Why is this the way my life is? Why is this the way my mind is?
Why can’t I be freed? Why can’t I satiate my hunger?

Maybe the answer to that is something only God knows.
Maybe I may never know.
Maybe nobody will ever know.
Maybe the only way to find out is death.