Time worn

Even on birthday,
I’d never asked for anything.
But now I want to ask something from you, God,
Since I’ve hardly made any requests.

Take me away from this cruel place.
Seriously,
I’m exhausted being a living dead.
I hate every detail of this place.
How even am I still alive?

I know my words won’t cure my depression,
But I’m certain that your one action will definitely sooth me to heaven.
So why not?
Good jobs shouldn’t be delayed by even a minute,
That’s what they say.
So what about our reunion?
We’ll have to meet one day.
So why not now?
I’m anyway tired of living upto everyone’s expectations.

You like me, good.
You don’t like me, that’s even better.
Since I can’t live my life in impressing every bit of you.
I’m tired of proving myself.
You have something to gossip at my back?
Come to me, I’ll tell you more.

You don’t like talking to me?
That’s totally okay.
Even I don’t live on you.
It’s just my politeness, which obstructs my way to cruelty.
Never mind.
You’re not the only one who hates me.
So now I’m kinda adapted to this  behaviour.

I’ll accept what they think about me, rather I’ll have to.
Since that’s the only choice I’m left with.
Eh?
I’m tired of being sad.
This depression had made the devil in me stronger than my good angel.

I’m dead on my feet proving my inner self.
I need some rest.
Pull me away from this cruel reality.
I’m done with my life.
I’m time worn.
I need some rest.