It Seems to be Life is Shit

I thought I was happy
But that was too sappy
Now I"m sad
And I"m going mad

I want out
Or I will shout
From anger within me
I just want to let be

I don't want anything
Because I lost something
I just want to wallow
In my pit of sorrow

Feel sorry for myself
Sure just put me a on a shelf
Abandoned by them all
And here I fall

Friends don't exist
They run amiss
And the truth is you are your only friend
And this is until the end

I wish the end to be near
For my conscience is clear
Yet my sadness grows
Clouds on my heart snow

There is no meaning to life
You're just here to kill or be a wife
You're married to a world that guarantees misery
With no acceptance of equality

Now I"m not angry an anyone anymore
I just want this to be over and for me to drop dead on the floor
I'm not suicidal I"m just looking to be killed
That is my final fate and will

It Seems to be Life is Shit.
And this poem may be a tantrum or a fit
But I am sick of it
I am sick of all of this shit.