Why

©Doll Every second, every hour, time just ticking by. As I sit here alone, wondering why. Why am I here? What’s the point? What’s the point... The weight stacked against me... as I try to climb these, icy... slopes... The higher I climb... the further I fall... Just wasting away at the bottom... I don’t know why I try... I don't know why. What the fuck is the point? I’m here, but I don’t know why. Existing just to fade away, What’s the fucking point of this life? The world’s stacked against me... it doesn't want me to succeed... Because if I did, then the rich would have one less... in poverty... I’m just a number, another cog in their game, Living like this, who the fuck wouldn’t feel insane? They keep us down so they can rise, Feeding us nothing but fucking lies. And what’s the point of dreaming, When they profit off my sinking? Is this what life is supposed to be? What the fuck am I even looking for? What the fuck is the point? I’m here, but I don’t know why. Existing just to fade away, What’s the fucking point of this life? Every step feels like a fucking mistake, Like I’m walking to nowhere fast. What the fuck am I holding on to? When none of this was built to last... I scream, but it doesn’t echo, No one’s listening, no one’s there. Why the fuck do I keep trying? When I know that no one cares. What the fuck is the point? I’m here, but I don’t know why. Existing just to fade away, What’s the fucking point of this life? Every step feels like a fucking mistake, Like I’m walking to nowhere fast. What the fuck am I holding on to? When none of this was built to last... I’m fighting for something I’ll never reach, Drowning in this endless tide. What’s the point of holding on, When this life just fucking dies?