Written when I'm sad

I can never decide on what i want to do,
I can never cry when I really need to.
Because my life is controlled
Like a puppet on a string.

In the rare moments I'm happy
It doesnt take long before my world is crappy.
I'm too "immature" to make my own decisions,
my future is already laid out in front of me.

My future isn't fun.
There's nothing that can be done.
For everything i try,
Just never ever succeeds.

My life seems useless,
There's just too much stress.
Sometimes I just don't know how,
I'll get through with the rest of my life.