If the point of life is to live throughout,
Why do I feel dead inside all the time?
I feel as I'm in an eternal drought
To off myself would be a weary climb.
What time in life does life begin?
Well if you ask me, it still hasn't yet;
Your words cut through what I thought was thick skin.
So I'll spend the night shedding tears-- and sweat
Sitting in my room wishing for shelter.
To those who say it only gets better,
I will offer you some of my liqueur
Together we can forget the bitter.
With all of this said, I am now in trouble;
For I must start dealing with my rubble.