Give me a sign for why I am alive. Waiting, searching, I have yet to find a reason why I should strive. Does this life hold meaning or was I just put here to die. If everything has purpose then what is mine. Why cant I pull myself to do this. I fail to see incentive for this life. My endeavors have brought me nowhere. Leading me to believe that life isn’t worth this grief. Consistent failure. Death seems more welcoming. Desperately seeking some relief from all these thoughts that continue to fill my mind with doubt. Stuck in this state of mental anguish. Trying so hard to not be consumed by my fears of never finding contentment. Spending the rest of my days wasting away. Waiting for a reason to strive. Searching for a release from this state of mind. For once I want to be happy with where I am in my life and not let this carried weight constantly pull me down. I’ve had enough. I’m fucking sick of feeling so worthless.
Iranian metal band Confess channel their struggles with political oppression and exile into cathartic, groovy thrash. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 2, 2022