WHAT'S THE POINT?

the light has left me
i have fallen into loneliness

my ideas are twisted
cutting and burning my only release
from the harsh realities
of this cold, cruel world

my morals are gone
death seems natural
they say suicide is wrong
but is there any other way?

why is my world
which should be cherished
just clouds of pain and sorrow?

my world is dying
as am i
more each day
as i fall into
another night of craziness