Glorified Suicide

This place isnt mine
i just want to hide
nobody knows my pain
or how i feel inside

who would miss me when im gone
how many flowers would there be on my grave
why am i doomed to be alone
am i being punished for being alive

this might be a glorified suicide
but it feels right to die
what am i leaving behind
darkness swallowing me whole

going through the motions
not feeling a thing
there is no sunshine in my life
someone else pulling the strings

the days blend together
no colours, just a dull grey
why should i be alive
when i dont feel like it matters