Hell

this hell hole I call life?
These things we call people?
Why do we live with them?
Why is it so hard?
Do they know me?
I know them.
I know them too well.
I've
tried.

Humans.
mistake after mistake, and all in vain
Ignorance aplenty and ruling the world.
Anger, anguish, I've gone insane.
Careless wreckless,
completely insensitive.
No light, No breath.
I want to cry out, but
They've taken my voice.
I've got a life,
I've got a say,
I just want to go away.
Nowhere to go,
How can I run?
I'd live in a zombie apocalypse
if that's what you want.
Just leave me alone,
and mind where you can.
Frustration tingling through me veins,
I want to explode, but I can't.
Why? Why?
Why?