My life is a nightmare that I cannot escape

A way too long novel with nothing to say

My life is a joke, and I am the punchline

That makes the crowd laugh as I die inside

Tell me then why should I try to be nice

When I never feel fine, and the time that goes by

Only erodes my mind?

When the answers I beg from the divine

Never are heard, and never arrive?

Oh, why should I try

When the future's a mystery

And the present's a prankster

The past only hurt me

With things that don't matter?

Why?