Giving up

A hundred times a day I ask why is life this way. A hundred an an one times do I ask if tomorrow will be  any better. The struggles are harder then they seem. Smiles are forced an words are barely heard. An I just keep pushing on. One foot in front of the other. Beat after beat after beat. But what would it be if my breathing just stopped.  If instead of struggling to go on each day. I just allowed the world to go on without me. No more forced conversation. No more wishing it would be better.. No more beating of a rhythmic heart. Just silence.