Is this life for nothing?

I keep asking myself,

what good will come from this?

this pain, hidden in this love,

It doesn’t make sense,

it doesn’t matter anymore,

why is it so complicated?

why is life so harsh?

Tell me one bad reason,

why I shouldn’t leave,

I want to go, stray,

stray from this past,

Now everything is lost,

everything is being taken apart,

my heart feels ripped to shreds,

and there is nothing to be done, nothing,

Why did this have to happen?

why is there so much pain, agony?

let me feel something,

let me know something, real,

In the end it is all fake,

it is made of glass,

made of artificial material,

and I see right through it.

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