The Regular Joe gives up on life

For quite sometime now,
It has been like this;
Profound grimness shroud my heart,
Perpetual misery chokes my throat.
from Orange to shades of deep blue
my capricious mood fluctuates.
Life appears to be a blurry dream
nothing around has a reason nor rhyme.
For some strange reason I drag on
Living life wishing this was the last day.

It started when a random thought struck me-
"Why do I do what I do?"