Life is My Coffin

My continued existence is worse than death
Yet I still live on
Trying to force apathy upon myself
To replace my depression with numbness

I tell myself that it’s worked
That I don’t feel anything anymore
But deep down, I know that I’ll never
Be anything resembling “positive”
Life is my coffin
And it’s time to shut the lid

One final action
And this will all end

I can't fight the inevitable
So I embrace it

Embrace suicide
I want to die alone and cold,
And hating myself for every moment of hope that I ever had