Anticipating Relief

Dying, dying, just fuckin dying,
I am so fuckin tired of trying,
I fight the urge to quit,
so I keep putting up with shit.
Never ending heart ache
day after day, it continues to break.
Fucked up feelings unable to shake.
Not really sure how much more I can take.
My heart is so heavy in my chest,
trying to act happy; doing my best.
My depression, my new best friend.
More and more time together we spend.
I find my interest in life is disappearing.
The call of life and love; I am no longer hearing.
I am tired, exhausted and have lost the will to fight.
Joyfully looking forward to death's
long night.
Never to awake, forgetting my
plight.
Please come soon,
Oh sweet night.