My Melancholy

Why do I always try so hard;
When I see things always eventually fall apart.
Why do I always try 'n give too much;
When all that I get back is emptiness that I Stare at so much.

My heart sometimes feels the peel,
Of this ravaging life, obscure and oblivious;
Battling and scrambling it tries to heal;
With brevity in darkness - how conspicuous !