I have a poem( I think?), but who wrote it?

How quickly we learn the reality that is life. There is an emotional detachment which governes the way things are, obviouse to headache, blind to the endless tears, deaf to the wimper of loneliness life reaches into our midst and forces us to bid farewell, it consoles us with the scientific logic that death is indeed a part of life and therefore must be accepted. We are confronted by the concept of self destruction which is at the essence of our existance. We exist only to die. How ugly the word looks, as if it knew it had no place besides what life must be all about- LOVE. and there is more......Can anyone help?