The sky weeps
As do i
The same question keeps running in my mind
Who i am or what am i
Why am i here what's my purpose in life
As the sky continues to weep
So do i
Slitting my wrist
To punish my crimes
The crime of existence
Being the greatest
Hurts the most
The talents that lie latent
My brain doesn't register or believe
Anything remotely positive is immediately negated
How far can i go
Before i finally stop running in circles
Like a dog chasing its tail
Life indeed is a futile exercise.