Another day

I wonder some days why I am alive?
With no thoughts of suicide
Thoughts of why everything is so bad
A lot of days of just being sad
I can't seem to understand life with its twists and turns
But yet I am still thrown into the fire to burn
So hard to learn when it not given to see
I can't breathe sometimes, my thoughts are so rabid
When I see the light at the end of the tunnel, it's like my life is covered by a lid
I am so tired of  being misunderstood in my own space
When everyone seems to act like my life is their race
I can't get space and I can't get time
Because most I am stuck in my own mind
My brain becomes a grenade and my words explode
Not the right words can be spoken and there is so much to unfold
Tell again it's all in my mind and I'll be fine
Hold a rock with meaning and pretend it's healing
Is it all real?
Am I even real?
Where are we in this world?
Why do we struggle so much to get somewhere?
Why is it such a burden to bear?