Waiting

Existence is dreary
I find myself weary
Of constantly giving
The effort of living

I wish I would not
That my breathing would stop
And mostly that I
Would hurry up and die

Just fall dead in my tracks
But it seems I am trapped
In this body, I’m stuck
And my God, does it suck!

So all my days I spend
Just a’wondering when
No more days will begin
And it finally ends