Self-Destructive

As I sit here alone I wonder if it’s worth it Do I need to remain on this earth Heartache and pain, are all I feel “What’s the use?” I ask myself One day we’ll all end up, 6 feet under Why can’t my day be when I choose Maybe one day i’ll wake up I’ll wake up and regret my thoughts But no one knows for sure If this stupid little life will be worth it Why can’t my brain function In a way that isn’t self-destructive I’ll never know, they’ll never know I’ll drive myself mad trying to figure it out Why me? Why me? it’s not fair The universe is never fair What makes us so special? Why should anyone really care? We are nothing in the grand scheme of things Why me why me why me? We’ll never truly know the answer All we can do is hope for a cure I’ll drive myself mad trying to figure it out If I don’t end up 6 feet under, prematurely Just know it’s because of you