Depressions and sorrow can make people at times think as you did on the poem; thinking of death as a means of excaping their tired world. But it's only coward that does so! Remember what you passed-on, on your poem "LIFE: Take it, live it". Pls, you don't have to be tired of looking forward to tomorrow............ Good rhyming, well-expressed with words that touches!... My tears are running down my face, my breath getting weaker! I like these lines.