This is my confession,of a quarter life crisis

In the end nothing really matters,

All that I hunt,

and aim for a weeks to vanish before my very eyes,

And go up in flames like fireflies,

All the blood swear and tears,

That I suffer as I fight through my fears,

Are for nothing,

Not something,

But absolutely nothing ,

The dreams I used to have I lay awake so night,

All worthless yet at some point the burned so bright,

The wild ideas of grandeur, that built up emotions and feelings,

The idea that's brightened up the night sky,

Lifting me so high,

All unaccomplished and unfulfilled,

And my heart broken,wishing it could be healed,

But alas maybe there is a bright side,

And the wind might still change the tide,

But hope seems so bleak,

And the pain runs so deep,

This is my confession of a quarter life crisis,

I have been dealt one of life's worst devices.

I read books and I read poems,

I look for videos that give motivation,

Motivation to always see that life is greener on the other side,

Videos that tell me to ride,

Ride for my future and not hide,

To build a future and not abide,

But what if maybe this once I am wrong,

And I have wasted years writing this song,

This song we can life,

That has brought me nothing but hunger and strife,

Pain and sorrow,

And brought me to the gallow,

This is my confession of a quarter life crisis,

I have been dealt one of life's worst devices.

Maybe this confession will give me some release,

And my tension will decrease,

And all my problems will become so small,

And I will be able to see my clear goal,

But at this point I feel the emptiness of the shadows,

And darkness and loneliness it brings,

The feeling of failure and desperation,

To the point where I have given up hope,

And at this moment I feel that I can no longer cope,

This is my confession of a quarter life crisis,

I have been dealt one of life's worst devices.