Untitled, Pt. 2

Sold my dreams to buy some food
So I can live to see abother meaningless day
No one even noticed what it meant to me
If they had to give something up, it would be a tragedy

I would quit and run away from this mess that is my worthless existence
but the only relief is death, and I wouldn't even know I was relieved
This world is so much colder and more harsh than I ever woiuld have believed