insufferable

Loneliness
No voices but the ones I imagine
Walls without echoes or shadows
Food because it hurts too much not to eat
No one calls, no one cares
Family doesn't want me to die
Because they don't have a place
to drop my bones or ashes
 More lies than truth
My own, and those who pretend
I don't believe in suicide
so I'm stuck here till I die
If there is an afterlife it will just get worse
I have high hopes for death to be the end
Nothing else would be fair
Why suffer more after my body finally quits?
I hope like most, 80 is the limit
Only 20 years left after 3 sets
They all went by fast enough in the past
So it won't be much longer before I can rest
Amen...