Worthless

There's no telling why I feel this way;
and no, I can't get out.
It was supposed to be a great parade,
but now I have my doubts.

Because when it feels more like a funeral
to kiss my life goodbye;
They will march on, the band and their song;
another well written lie.

I want to lie in that coffin;
I want to know how it feels,
To never have to move again
or think or love or be real.

Yes, I'd much rather die today.
It's a longing I constantly fight;
And I don't understand why
society says it's not right.

I'm not brave enough to do it;
I don't think I could take my own life.
But I'm not so removed from the notion,
That I don't consider the entice.

I'm a melancholy dreamer
sweetly hoping she could flee,
From this life the travesty,
and maybe then in peace she'd be.