That which we all live for

When the truth unfolds,
And her world shatters,
Who will save her from herself?
Only few know how much she will be battered.

We all seek that which we can not have,
Happiness.
We all know we’ll never have it,
So why do we live?

I know why we live.
We live for we’re too scared to die
But that’s all we live for really.
Death.

Such a horrific thought to some,
Yet to others,
Such an alluring song.
Which can you hear?

Will your fear and animalistic behavior stop you?
Will you fight for a life that in the end,
Doesn’t belong to you?
Can you imagine dying?

In a way, we all are
Everyday, every minute, your life wastes away.
We all live to die,
It’s how it’s meant to be

There are some,
The precious few,
Who already are half way dead,
And they see what the scared can not.

Will you listen?
Will you see?
Can you feel?
How hopeless it must be.

I have no friggin clue, don't ask. It's just.. whatever.. Comments? Thoughts? Am I too morbid?