I Hate Life #ranting I'm miserable and I hate life. Why can't I see what others see? I strive like others do. I don't give up while others do. I fail but I try again. I don't take the easy way out, I challenge myself to better myself. I pursue my dreams and my goals. I care for others, I want them to be happy & healthy. I don't want them to be in pain or hurt. I protect. But deep inside I hate life, I hate my life And what would make me the happiest, Is when or if I die. But I can't die just yet because someone is dependent on me. And here is where people don't get, I seem to be in the wrong; to want not to live. At the same time I dont get people: People who keep fighting, and are happy even when they're struggling. Even if the struggle is for nothing because they too will die. Things that we leave behind are: memories; they fade, our name; they change, money, or inheritance; they run out if we build something, made something, created something; it perishes. Whatever we leave behind will ultimately die. or forgotten. Like our lives. So what's the purpose... To go against, to struggle, to fight the battle of life? I hate life and its people.