meaning

i'd like to blame the world on all my problems now,
because i find little meaning in life.
consumed in all this unfairness,
pursuing empty fates with a blindfold of happiness.
if i stayed awake for all the days and nights i lived,
i'd call it a lifetime, never beginning a new day or a new year,
never marking the start of something fresh on my organiser,
because i never need to forget that life is this shit here.
call it life if you want,
but every sane moment is going to slip far away,
when it just cycles around your worst nightmares,
piercing you in the same darn spot you'd cry blood to stop.
if life could screw up twice,
shit should come back up.