Reaching For Answers

Why can't I be happy in life? Is that truly too much to ask? I've been forced into depression, Where I can only sit and bask. It feels like I have no other emotions Left inside of me; I can feel. I'm lost in a state of numbness, Trying to learn how to deal. What is the purpose of this, A life that's well below par? With each day that passes, Life gives my heart another scar. Why does happiness seem to be Always just out of my reach? Depression built a wall around me That happiness is unable to breach. I have to ask what I'm to do With this wasted life I live. I've done all that I can do And given all I have to give. I'm tired of reaching for answers; They always seem to elude me. Would I be better off in life If I just ceased to ever be? I'm too tired to keep fighting This same old tiring fight. If my life were to finally end, It would be my only delight.