Am I living only to Die?
Why the wait is endless; waiting when I will die. Is that all about life; scared of it, it will repeat itself Living is so tough; but not let to die Killing, if not easy, is instant; but not sure why still not let to die What's wrong in it, not even sure of that. Not even sure what death has in its store But have seen enough of life; can't bear anymore If hating life is bad; getting lured by life isn't good either Why all of it had to be like this! Not even sure what can even death offer Trapped to this body, mind, country, land, planet, ..... None are mine; not even sure if death will bind me to something else This isn't happening; when can I say if I must live or I must die
