"Sometimes I think my life is over

Like my living is just pointless

And I can't mend myself to repair

I feel almost always joyless

My good days always start to tear

I'm  searching for the meaning

Of true happiness

I think it's just my dreaming

Reality is too hard to digest

There are so many variations

Of how my life could be

Instead of the situations

That happen to me

My life isn't perfect

No life could be

But mine is completely imperfect

Because of me."

[I hate life so much]