Freedom is Relaxing

Cannot think my thoughts
Because around me lies annoyance
And so my mind rots
My basic senses become clairvoyance

So hard to breathe when the smoke starts to billow
And writhes my countenance, the weeping willow

Cannot think and rationalize
Because of constant distractions
So myself I chastise
Because I freeze all other actions

So hard to see when the flames burn alight
A blinding inferno, I told them I don't like light

There just is no care
There just is no purpose
Nothing matters at all
So why don't we just end it all

Life just isn't fair
Life just gets worse
Things just will snowball
So why don't we just end it all

Try to smile but the muscles are dead
Try to breath but the oxygen is dead
Try to think but my mind is dead
So why don't we just end it all

Listless is my body
So what is the point

Listless is my body
There is no point

Extend a hand and set it aflame
Because children play a twisted game
This is why I should end it all
Because there just isn't a point

Extend a hand but get the blame
Because all people are the same
This is why I should end it all
It isn't like there is a point

When you rhyme you say the same words over and over to the point they just stop having any meaning or purpose, resulting in an eternal decay as you find yourself unable to find a motive to even change the course that has been written
There just isn't a point

It isn't like anyone will read this
It isn't like anyone will care
And if they did they are all the same
As there never was a point

Nobody would realize something was amiss
Nobody would realize I am in despair
Nobody cares except the flame
And the flame has no point

Try to breathe
So why do I just keep suffocating
To to seethe
My own problems I am creating

So what direction should I go?
It isn't like anyone would care
Let's go north
Away from the equator
The equator is hot
and the fires last longer there

Butcher my thoughts on the canvas before they are able to fully procreate and become concepts
Butcher reality for humanity belongs to the adepts
To those who can afford oxygen tanks

So how do you make a smile
When you are too busy choking up ashes
The flames make it hard to cheer
Yet I refuse to leave in fear

Just wanted some time
Yet that time is at an end
I never can think my thoughts properly
So what is the point of trying?
It isn't like there was a point
So why don't I just end it all
Try to think but it is refused
My own problems I am creating
So why don't I just end it all