My bones will ache
When I awake from my deep slumber
Slow heavy breaths leave my lungs
I wish each one were my last

I plead to God
{if there is a God}
That he will take me
That I might die before tomorrow

Reflecting upon my life
Looking at how worthless
Meaningless I truly am
I abandon all hope to surviving

I use to know what it was like to have a soul
And to look forward to life with purpose
Now all I feel is a hollow chest and no hop