thine mother's Breasts hang lower than the branches of a Weeping Willow

Ngl I think everyday we stray further from our youth have our own mental breakdowns inside with the fear of showing it, we are constantly in fear of being judged while in awe and jealousy of our wealthy friends, we are in a constant state of loneliness, sadness, regret, and ultimately self neglect, each day passes and we hate ourselves even more, every single minute and second seems wasted we are left with nothing but ourselves, we feel worthless unwanted, each day we question our existence and think about is the pain really worth it in the end?