Chasing a Unicorn

I need to get a box to hold the pieces of my life together. Because they're falling out of place awfully fast. Every day I look into the mirror and ask myself, how much longer can all this possibly last? Does it even really matter anymore? It seems like the more I try the harder I fail. So why not just ignore my problems? It's so easy to pretend that they are not there. I close my eyes and just keep running, But where ever I go, there they wait. Should I lose my life, or take one? Tell me what difference would it make. I tire of this endless struggle, especially while the consequences keep building up. By the time it's finally over I will have succeeded At once again royally ing up. I stop to backtrack my fading footprints, Looking for where I wandered off. All I ever wanted was to be happy... I guess happiness lies further off than I thought. I slowly lost my faith Joy I now believe is just a myth. I've searched my entire life and have found nothing. Like chasing a Unicorn- They don't exist!