SORRY LIFE

Death will come, there's no doubth about that.
My life is finished it's just a matter of when.
When I look back and wonder what went wrong
its easy to say i'm sorry I was born.
It started off with pain
fully sure I was insane.
My mind is not mine, nor are my thoughts.
The quacks say im anxious with a touch of deppression
OCD and lots of aggresion.
Therapy is a laugh and so are the drugs.
I want it to end but there's no magic button,
no teleporter, no fucking nothing.
I wish I had answers before death comes
I really am sorry
I ever was born.