"Chronic dissatifaction"

Look outside and you'll find the quick way to hell
Look inside and you'll wanna kill yourself

Kind of how live likes to turn around, doesn't it?

The sweetness of love hasn't found its right dose to life yet.
I'm beginning to think that this nothing but burden
Everything has its cost or so does it say.

Preparing for our funeral, as perfect as we can.
Getting ready for the life we always planned and hate at the end.
Prompt me when I know things are going erratic as my writing is a bit ecstatic.

It's not that I wanna die,
but it doesn't mean I wanna live either.

Prescription insist on staying in the middle and find the balance.

I'm sure they know what they're talking about.
Those people who love talking about balance, who believe so much in "perfectly tuned" position,
surely they know what they're talking about right?

My fear has a lot to do with my head.
Once I stop thinking though, everything just stops becoming crazy.

But then again, maybe it depends on what we're thinking about.

Why this and why that?

We're just a bunch of losers, keep trying to find our way into the world
It doesn't matter what people say, it doesn't matter what others think
We just keep on going on, trying to find out what we want, knowing only what we don't want.

Can human ever be happy?

Have they ever been blissfully happy?

Only those who go up to the mountain are probably happy.
Or maybe they think only people who live in the city are happy.

Those of our neighbours are always greener they say.
I'm not searching of happiness.
I am in one. With questions in my head.

"chronic dissatisfaction" VCB mentioned.