Death is always an option

I feel like dieing
Because I'm all but tired of
Whining
I love you all
But it is my time to fall

I'm always the outcast
So I've lowered my mast
I'm done with sailing
Because I'm sick of always failing

I wish to be dead
To be hit on the top of my head
No one loves me anymore
I've already hit the floor

No one remembers
Because memories of me are clouded with
Embers

So farewell
To all I hold close
You can now celebrate my death with
A toast