Psyched

I am in the unending agony of life Struggle after struggle be it shalt not die I hold on to such one spark The one that shouts upon my heart But she cares not For I am a piece of matter of a blank I wonder if I am being played on Not just by destiny, fate but all For her what am I? A tiny particle of her life? Or something beholding but not as important of a guy Something that is not worthy for a fight I looked in every corner of every option It affects me more than a man addicted to an opium It kicks in every night sometimes even in a daylight I know what I wanted, but the world says it's not right I just struggle again and again and again It seems like this doesn't end I continue to face every morning The hope inside of me, for me to smile before bed This is always a beginning That only ends when I am dead