I wake up to nothingness,

I lie in bed awake for hours doing nothing,

I sing and write taking up time,

but nonetheless times doesn’t go by,

I do the same things over and over,

hoping for a different ending,

but it’s all the same over and over,

when will it end?

i began to realize it will never,

not for a long time,

so i have the urge to do it myself,

but that urge is shunned,

viewed as selfish,

but it shouldn’t effect anyone but myself,

none of you care so why should i?

The end is near but not for everyone,

just for me,

awaiting the moment i no longer care,

to give myself the wish i’ve wished since i was young,

and finally be happy.