getting out the funk or not that is the question

forbidden to me it seems is the land of riches
sadness is what i know
happiness is what i beg god for
anger fuels my agenda
darkness fills my head and i cant get over the past abuse
so ive melded into the lifestyle of what is called lower class
living off very little
with very little extra help
tired of the bussus and sadness i feel for the injustice of homelessness
a sense of giving up and fighting just to try has become the norm
tell me lord what is my purpose
why was i born?