Why? Poem by Greg Edwards

Alone, but not unhappy,
Aware, but not awake,
Living is not a cure,
For the depression that i take.
I don't care for you,
And you don't care for me,
In our world, hatred is the only equality.
It burns as it corrupts,
Pure thoughts are destroyed,
The living burn in flames,
Created from lack of joy,
I laugh at the people living,
Surviving til they die,
And i can't begin to fathom,
Why they even try,
In the end we all fade,
From the sight of the sun,
The 'faithful' will turn to the Man Above,
And our misery be done.