Sometimes I wish......

Life is hard.....life is so hard why do we continue?  Why do we get up each day and continue on and on.  I just don't get it.  There is so little good times verses the hard, tough and sad times.  I have prayed for the end to be near for myself, but I'm not one of the lucky ones.  I have come to the conclusion we only cry at funerals because we are sad that we got left behind.  We are truly happy for the person who left, they no longer have to toil each day away. I have been left behind by my family.  Each has died way before they should have and here I sit, living. Living a mundane life of ho hums and whatever's.




Does this make me a depressed person? sometimes.
Does this mean I have given up?  In a way.
Will I go on?  of course.....