What do you do?

What do you do? When you don't want to live. When, the day moves in one big blur. When, the events that have passed you by, you cannot be sure. There is a constant desire demanding for more. I tried to live a life I didn't want to live. I tried to take what I didn't want to give. I tried to hate what shouldn't garner hate. I crossed paths with what you'd call fate. I made a mess of everything I touched. I made a mess because of all the times I rushed. I pushed beyond my capacity of luck. The animosity is what stuck. What do you do? When you can't start with a new slate? When they already told you how much you rate. And there is no one who you can call a mate. There is nothing to create. A creation can't take the stage. There is no escaping fate. Maybe, i'll get lucky and be written off the page.