No purpose

Why is life always so tough, will I ever be good enough? 

The pain I feel cuts deeper than the knife 

on my skin that ruined my life.

 Why do I have to sleep, eat, and drink? 

I overthink.

 I wish I could disappear because in my system are left no tears. 

No tears to cry, no blood left to spill, they say that I'm ill, they say my condition has spaces to fill, 

I have no thrill to be alive the day just seeps to night along the path that drives to… 

Nothing. 

I wish for a purpose 

I wish for the earth to just gulp us, 

to swallow me and my despair to a place better than this one,

 and that will be comely because anything is better that the earth that holds me, 

sink, sink deep in the ground then maybe, just maybe 

ill find happiness that's yet to be found.