Diary of a dead girl

Death is cold
I should know
I spend endless days
and sleeples nights
staring at the back of my eyelids

If only time would tell me when
this nightmare would end
im waiting in my endless sleep
to taste sweet life again

why
why me?
If only i had known
how cold my sleep would be
i would not have cut that deep...

if you give and do not get
you are chairitable
if you get and give
you are like everyone else
and if you get and do not give
you are selfish
like me

i was loved
i had family and friends
and still i thought my life was hard
i decided to end it all
and now ill miss
sweet precious life
watching everyone around me grow old

and now i am cursed to this eternity
of endless sleep
in a little, wooden, box