they say
everything is made
with a purpose.
i believe
that i was not meant to love
(or be loved)
i was not made to live
maybe my existence
is just a sick ******* joke
that the gods(?) are playing
maybe im meant to be a story
one better told than lived
maybe the world needs something to end
before it begins
maybe i need to die
to let others live
either way i can't ******* do this