Will you critique my free verse poem please?

[Sin Is Heroine]

This is the first free verse I have done. But please critique it and tell me what you think.

I hate this world.

Am I crazy for not understanding the world we live in?
Am I the only one that is haunted by it's darkness?
How far must we fall in this earthly debt,
and how long will we last before our sweet death.

Its hard to except the way we live,
the should bes, and the could bes.
They all stay as tragedies.

Sometimes I wonder if it's better at my home.
I can dream and get expectations to the unknown.
But how far can a dream really take me?
Sometimes it seems too hard to stay in reality.

Im sick of the times and the lines of the past,
I'm tired of thinking of every possibility.
Wouldn't it just be easier if I just worried about food?
Looking for shelter and being a worthless tool for the world?

Sometimes I get sick of my standing here.
I'm better off than most and still feel nauseas every year
for every little fact that life meaninglessly pulls in.
theres so many directions to take, I don't think you can win.

Its hard to except the way we live,
the should bes and the could bes,
because they all just stay as tragedies.