Existential Blunder

Trust me I don’t have
any answers
but I sure wish I did
If I knew the secrets
of why it is
what it is
 
A friend once asked me
if I could have any superpower
what would it be?
I told him I’d hack
the matrix to discover
the reason for all this shit
What Makes This Life Tick
The Point of Existence
Why Life’s Terms Can Be
So Damn Oppressive
          This friend of mine
          is dead
          died at 20 years of age
 
I’m just a depressed individuals
going through the vapid routines
of any individual on
the face of this wasted sphere
 
I can’t figure out
the point of any of it
We live and then we die
If heaven is the point
then, well, I’ll still be me
for all eternity
 
Damned to suffer at the cost
of this human body
Slice my throat and release my soul
Let it wither and die
and never come back because
I don’t wish to exist
in a place as confusing
as this