Just Another Day In My Life

I am walking back to class,
the weight of my bag near about makes me fall,
I don't feel conscious of where I am going,
feels like something is making me move,
something that makes me do all the things I do.

Life feels boring and sad,
performing the same old monotonous acts,
living as if I am waiting to die,
sometimes I feel like crying.

I am like a person standing on the edge of a cliff,
waiting for the breeze to be just strong enough,
to take him down to the bottom,
take him away.

I close my eyes and I feel a bullet,
gushing through my brains,
splattering pieces of flesh on the wall,
killing everything I feel,
destroying all the memories.

How calm and peaceful it would be,
to not feel, to not care,
I bang my head on the desk in despair,
maybe only death can set me free.

There is not much that I can do,
no place I can go and be in peace,
I just keep on living my life,
the same old road I walk,
the same old things I do.

I am tired of existing,
someday I am going to stop,
I just hope that when I die,
theres no life after death.