True happiness

The death of life, is stuck inside my brain
As I wake up, I debate, slicing open my veins
This pain, is mental, and spiritual in a way
As I grow, I yearn, to sleep inside a grave

I can't be saved, so please don't pray

I fight for life, every single day
But death is calling and it will not go away
Its voice echoes, I'm longing for escape
But I know this is my fate

I'm dying to live but I beg for death
My disguise is great, I must confess
No one sees it, I smile depressed
This life of mine, is made for death

I feel my soul fading, deep into the void
The abyss is calling, and yet I am annoyed
I just want to sleep, and never feel again
And yet I find this life depressing from the beginning until the end

If you're reading this I'm dead now, just wanted you to know
That this life is at its end now, so hopefully it's shown
That the people who make you laugh the most might be dead inside
And the only time they're truly happy is the day they finally die