Futility Of Life Poem by Ayoitunu Gbadebo

Constantly in a world of depression
And life doesn't seem to be doing well
It's a different kind of oppression
To feel trapped with no help

Life keeps getting worse
But I know it would be better
When I ride in a hearse
On my way to be six feet under

I keep thinking of those I'd leave behind
I think about their sadness
But if only they could see through my mind
They'd witness my mind's madness

All I want is to be free
Yet life brings nothing but pain to me