Lost in the storm
Are we filled with lust
Crawling in mud like worms
Do we fly in the sky with stars
Blinding and bright
Are we covered in scars
Always wondering why we fight
What is life supposed to be
Pain and grieving
Or is it unknown and waiting
To be solved by debate?
Why bother isn't such a bad question
Since life hurts, hard to fight depression
I won't give up
But I don't want to pay
With my life
