It's hard to care anymore.
Life has become such a bore.
Only a sad haunting chore.
One I begin to abhor.
Last night when I layed abed.
I wished I would wake up dead.
So long for death have I pled.
Can't get it out of my head.
Not sure how long I'll hold on.
Already feel like I am gone.
Nothing to rely upon.
Don't want to see the next dawn.
I am just, ready to die.
No longer a reason to try.
Everything is so awry.
Just let me soar to the sky.
At the end of my decline.
Oh how I want to resign.
New life or darkness is fine.
Or sleeping for all of time.
I can't stand to be awake.
I am but a big mistake.
Nothing can soothe this deep ache.
It is already too late.
