I feel like dying,
there is no substantial substance.
Besides dictionaries, I see no meaning in life.
This whole affair was beneath me, but now it's over.

Will I open my eyes to see another day?
Doesn't matter,
this vast spinning mass has lost its luster.
Death is easy, life is hard, and dying,
is the median trying to floss me between the two.

I'm silhouetted against cheerful smiles
with my arms folded.
No origami here, just watching life pass me by
like good grades on paper.

I'm just a laughing stock
for all to take a stab at.
Well, why not kill me while your at it,
and make it all easier for me?
I deserve nothing, including life.
I feel like dying.