Thoughts are flowing through our minds
on a daily basis we encounter problems.
All that troubles us in manifold shapes
is crushing our will to live and strive for more.
Yet we fail to see how unimportant we are
how unimportant all we do really is.
We are but a spark in an endless universe
our existence barely a smudge in time.
Here we’re drowning ourselves in depression
for what we yearn for is what we’ll never have.
You are simply not important,
your life has no effect on the vastness around.
You are a dying shadow, a mote of dust.
There is nothing you could ever do
that would make an actual difference.
Don’t even try to be something
because you simply aren’t.
Face the fact that your death
wouldn’t even ripple in the sea of time.
Death would be an alternative
to the futile life you live -
Though a boring one
I assume.

Feeling sad from time to time is common – I guess.
But then there are those times – and I don’t even know why – I feel unbearable sad.
Tears just could not show the kind of sadness that I feel.
Like a salty river stuck in my throat and a curtain of teardrops waiting in my eyelids.
A silent suffering hidden from the world – hidden behind cold eyes.
If only I knew the reason then maybe I could understand.
But thinking about why I feel so blue – is feeding into my sadness.
Show me a way out of here. Wake me! Shake me!
Rescue me from this dream I can’t wake up from!