Are You Really Living

Are you really living,
when all you think is death?
Death in the morning,
oh mourning take my breath!

Could it be possible,
to die- to live again?
When all I want to leave,
I have only left more pain.

If I give up,
will death overcome?
Unworthy and unspoken
things that I have done.

If I could make a wish-
oh, I spot the light.
No more hopes and letdowns,
White flags upon this fight.

I cannot take it anymore,
with these damn bloody days!
All I want to do is die-
Oh God, please take me away!