Death

Am I alive or am I dead.
My regrets repeating in my head.
I feel so empty and cold, like a puddle of my own blood Forming a silhouette of no hope.
Will I be missed, trapped in the darkest abyss, lost in the lucidity of my mind.
This depression, a war of time.
I count the days until the end of my life line.
I'm lost in these silly rhymes.
Trying to breath, no longer living, lost all hope, lost all the meaning.
Confused on whats real, saying prayer at my last meal.
I count down the seconds for death.
Watching in hell as they put me to my final rest.