Why does it seem the better things get
The worse I feel?
Is Hell the absence of love
Or the absence of everything Good?
Why, when things end unhappily,
Do memories still make you smile
If the opportunity to change myself arose
Would I change how I look or who I am
Why, after accomplishing so much
Do I feel like an epic failure
Why, feeling like an epic failure
Have I accomplished so much
Which is worse?
Feeling lonely in a room full of people
Or being alone in general
Is it wiser to drug myself to sleep
Or lie awake willing my brain to shut off
If I knew, unequivocally the world would end, and nothing could stop it
Would I share this burden of information with others
Or let people live out the remainder of time in ignorance
So while you are thinking I need to get a hobby
Wouldn't this count as a hobby
Is getting screwed over worse
Than wanting them after anyways
Is trying to make one person replace another possible
Or just wishful thinking
If I had to choose, based on a set parametres, who lived and who died
Could I, would I
Why is doing the right thing
Always the hardest
And most likely to bring you grief
Which would I choose
A person I disliked but was of value
Or I person I liked but was useless
Why, after you've clawed you way out
Is there someone there to kick you back in
Is it always easier to criticize
Than to compliment
Why is talking about achievements bragging
But talking about failures being humble
Why am I still writing this
Instead of going to bed
Good Night All
