sick

My days are cold
And always dark
I lay in my bed to sleep
Or perhaps just to let the day go
I really dont fell well
I think to much to wanna be awake
Im too numb to bother with ever day things
I been here long but no one really cares
I wanna run away from every thing
But i now that there is no getting away
I think im always choking
And i always want to vomit after i think
The song of my life is gone
I have never felt so dead.
Why cant i just sleep for ever.
Why do i have to be here right now?
The worst thing is.... Im starting to hate my dreams. Why im i so fucked?
I was alway driven the short end of every deal
I think  alone. But im truly not sure.
I havent spoken to any one for months now.
But i only thing i know is that people alway make me sick
Why are we alive?
Why can't this world just end?