What the Hell Is Up With Everyone

What the hell is up with this,
Is there no love left to come around,
To reach the inner depths of my soul,

Death,
Has takes it all from me,
It has brought me to absolute turmoil,
He came like a thief in the night,

Took the only one from me,
Killed the inner self,
That resembles this broken shell of a creature,
Known as andre,

Why the hell do i get blamed for all this,
Hatred,
Unloving,
Uncaring world that goes around,

Maybe simply,
I have just yet to rot,
Away and just die,

I ask again What the fuck is up with everyone,
With this country,
With this world,

It to me revolves around my existence in this world,
So its my time to go,
I truly hope i do not return.