Giving up

Whatís the use of even trying?
If all of us just end up dying
A world filled with sadness and despair
For the masses, life just isnít fair
So why do we bother to try?
If in the end all we do is cry
Walking around with fake smiles on our faces
Always the same situation in different places
Always pretending to be happy
Yet in our minds life will always be crappy
Thereís someone more important than I out there
And Iím sure Iím just wasting their precious air
So why donít we blow this joint?
Why should we stay, whatís really the point?
...I donít know anymore
Because going on is just a lifelong chore

omg my poem is depressing...