Wrap me up

When I go to sleep.. I still want death to wrap me up in its arms. When I wake up.. I’m still sad that it hasn’t. I’m just fooling myself with the thoughts of being happy when I know I’m not. Life still seems off track. My tears are yet again full of sadness.. And hatred that I’ve only been placed here to suffer.. For my face to fade out and only plastic replacing it. For my cries to go unheard.. And my pain to go unseen. My mind can’t take this And I’m getting physically tired from this. I want to escape from the hell most call life to something better for me.. I want to go.. Let me go..