Contemplation

Well, here we are,
And the question is Why?

Why has life been exploding?
Why do I want to stop living?
Even if the beautiful things
Won't exist after death.

The beautiful things like trees,
Maybe the greenest grass,
Sometimes even the chirping of birds,
So missing would be much.

If I were to stop living,
How would it be done?
Knife, gun, poison,
A car, a pillow, or something else,
But that wouldn't satisfy me.

No matter what I do,
I know that my mind
Will not be relieved from
Its burden that it bears.

So, I try to keep living and
trying to survive a little longer,
but death is here.