Meaningless Meanings To Living
Running out of reason,
Tired of a excuse to keep breathing,
Almost two decades I fooled myself into believing
That I would some day stop my grieving
Maybe I would find a place in the world
But for too many years i lied to myself beliving
That maybe I had found my own true meaning
Convinced myself that i had found it,
Yet only found failure, and being reminded of it everyday since
Do i keep trying or just admit i have no hope, with nobody to tell me otherwise
Perhaps my meaning is just to be a void, but in the end I will find a meaning and purpose
And that's to become a compost pile for nature when everyone finally dies
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