Counting down the time

I look in the mirror
i hate what i see
a miserable person
staring back at me.

Depressed all the time
i sit and i cry
cold and dark
I'm hollow inside.

I know that its best
I'm waiting for death
I'm counting down the time
till the day i die.

And as the time goes by
I'm wasting away
as do the days
till I'm in the grave.