What is this thing called life?

Like a bittersweet candy that leaves a bad taste on my tongue.

I never asked for it.

I'm sorry if I sound unappreciative,

But I don't want something that I don't deserve.

I don't deserve to be here,

So I don't want to be here.

Life is for people that deserve to be here.

Why so many chances?

I screw it up every time.

Why the waste?

I can't get it right.

I don't want to be here.

I'd rather not participate in this thing called life.

It's simply not my thing.

I don't want to pretend anymore.