Tumultuous World

I

I live in a hole

At the end of my rope

I'm destroyed



Is there

Really anyway out of here

I need some help



Why can't I get away from here

Because I'm stuck here on the earth

Cursed to be just one of many

Entrapped in their society



Existance

Is this some curse

Or someone's sick joke



Tell me

Why do I have to be here

Because I was born



Breathing gets harder by the day

Worn and broken aren't we all

Driven under by the way

Of the tumultuous world we're in



Does it have a point?

Does it have a reason?

Does it have a meaning?

Why why why why why



I

I climb up the face

Of sheer agony

To reach my head above



I struggle to breathe

Or even find a reason

To keep me holding on