When all’s gone wrong

There are mornings not worth waking up.
There are no ways to make unluck stop.
There are problems always haunting you.
Like the whole universe was against you.

There are days when you don’t wanna live.
There are no more aces up your sleeve.
There are pains eating up your whole soul.
Strange forces prevent you from reaching goal.

There are months when you don’t move ahead.
There are many things you do regret.
There are weeks you’d rather spent in bed.
You are feeling useless, desperate or sad.

There are storms you can no longer stand.
There are no views of near happy end.
There are clouds that cover sun for weeks.
From every side you receive only kicks.

There are troubles in which you just stick.
There are people who make you feel sick.
There are times when no one cares ’bout you.
Yet everyone thinks stupid all you do.

There are worms filling you with self-doubt.
There are prospects granting you naught.
There are rumours you’re a total fail.
You view the world from under a black veil.

There are worries that fill up your mind.
There are feels you’re just one of a kind.
There are thoughts you’re invisible null.
You consider self the world’s biggest fool.

There are pleasures of too high a cost.
There are occasions when you feel lost.
There are no places seeming homely.
Though among people, you still feel lonely.

There are things still falling from your hands.
There are feelings no one understands.
There are no ears to listen to you.
No one to help in what you’re coming through.

There are loves that never can be filled.
There are hurts that never will be healed.
There are dreams that never may come true.
Your hopes get spoiled no matter what you do.

There are answers you will never know.
There are angers silenced in pillow.
There are chances which you had but missed.
Sometimes it seems like you lived in a mist.

There are events you would rather skip.
There are nights you cannot even sleep.
There are days when everything goes wrong.
You just break down regardless how you’re strong.

There are cries that no one ever hears.
There are rivers full of silent tears.
There are paths that lead nowhere at all.
Your world is falling into a black hole.

There are prisons built up of your fears.
There are seconds seeming like long years.
There are times when living gets too tense.
It seems to you that the life has no sense.

There are thousand griefs for every grace.
There are changes too slow to take place.
There are moments when nothing makes sense.
What is the purpose of such existence?