Keep Waiting for an End

 I wake up everyday and realize that I’m still here. How much  longer do I have to wait. I feel so lonely though there’s a crow around me. I try to do my best,but nothin is enough. I scream but it looks like nobody can hear me screaming. Am I already death? I hate myself, I hate my life, and in the darkeness of my loliness I count the moments for everything to come to an end.

I’m Tired of waiting. I’m tired of sitting around, hearing everybody saying how imperfect I’m. Saying how dissapointed they are.I have the answer to everything by my side, never the less I don’t know if it’s the time. Just a few drops, that’s all. I need to escape. I just want to end with everytime. Time keeps going and another blood tear runs down my skin. My body asks for food, I deny it. I want to stop, I can’t. It’s the only thing that reminds me I’m alive, but for a few minutes makes me feel free.