Betterooff Dead Poem by Born Frustrated

there are so many problems on this earth...
how could any one think of birth...

sometimes I think that we are all
better off dead

A Smile on your lips
and a hole in your head

but until the sun finally explodes and kills us all...

that I wont let the problems keep me down...
I wont be the one to wear a frown

if you are worring about them.
and your trying to put the blame on someone
it ain't me...
how about next time you try the
entire human race...

but I still think...
We're Better off dead