The end

It has been so long now,
since i felt the warmth of the sun.
Cold and miserable i lie here,
with this hopeless life i am done.

I can't help this urge
to die and never look back
i hate this life, this world, this hell
i have fallen off the track.

I don't know where i am now,
my knees are weak and sore
i can't stand up to pain
i can't think straight anymore.

I want to keep on living
but death is luring me in
I've lost all hope, all strength,
I am dying from within.

Everything is screwed up,
nothing is going right.
If this pain doesn't stop soon
I doubt i will survive the night.