The World Is Worse Off

You think you've got it bad? The world is teeming with, compiled of, people who think they've got it bad.

In this weary world you ever stay,
wondering to yourself "to Maker should I go?"
"...or on this earth should I remain?"
Fight near lost to a fearsome foe...
but forever are we doomed to fight,
'til never again shines sun's light.

Choices - there are far too few;
there are only two - live or die...
You do not feel the strength to continue
with life, but haven't the courage to die.
Though great is your pain and confusion hurled,
still greater is inflicted upon the world.