Death, come to me.

I don’t want to live.
I want to die.
I simply cannot go on,
and so I cry.

Never fading
is the pain I feel,
and it’s all gone.
No more zeal.

The expectations surround me
everywhere I go.
They worsen my mood
creating many a foe.

None to care.
Nobody’s there.
They say they’re here,
but I say “where?”

It doesn’t matter.
It never will.
I know it’ll go away
when forever I am still.

It pains me to think
of what I’ve become,
but now my only wish
is for the end to come…
                                                 …soon.