Breaking Point

Sooner or later I'm gonna fucking
Loose it
I can't handle being consumed by this
Darkness
This constant struggle
This battle in my mind
Nothing's okay, nothing's alright
I'm gonna end up dead anyway so
What's the fucking point of this thing you call
Life
You're suppose to enjoy being alive
Well I don't
I sit here with thoughts of suicide
Contemplating why I'm still alive
While you sit there enjoying life
Enjoying breathing
I don't understand how people can be
Happy
Like how the fuck do you get happy?
Why the fuck can't I be happy?
Maybe my happiness will be the day I meet my
Demise
I don't think that I'll ever be
Alright