Futile

It is useless.

Futile,

A waste of my time and energy.

That's it.

I can't take it anymore.

That's right I quit.

I'm done.

When you put forth enough effort to kill the human race,

And you still fail.

That's when you know you need to give in.

I'm not a quiter,

I just know when to give in.

Know when to say I've had enough.

Because continuing will end up being the death of me.

I'm a realist.

I know,

It's unfortunate.

But what else can I do?

Move on.

Or let this drive me mad...