Why can't I?

He will bowl lengthy balls, yet still We will face him, yeah we will! We will hit his balls, and will send them flying, High, high, and will make him sighing! I heard this boys talking and going On a bright, sunny Sunday, In their voices, I saw courage flowing Freely, that inspired me to stay! Before that, I felt broken, oh don't know why, I only wished to peacefully die! Broken, crushed, all by this humanity, I wished to end my life, peacefully. If these little Kids can face those lengthy balls, Why can't I face my life, and all my downfalls?