Waiting for Death.

My faith is lost with the wind,
Nothing counts,
not the breathes.
For I have committed suicide my whole life,
Yet I find myself walking among the living.
Every heart I've touched turns into ash the moment I blink.
My past is made of pain and regrets
Ignorance is my family trait
still I find comfort in bloodshed.
Earth must be fed,
with water no,
but blood.
Why is it so hard for you to cry?
As you continue living a lie.
my tears are hot bitter,
anger does consume me, and feeds off my pain.
Waking up to a new dawn of everything,
Wish death could fetch me,
but that is never a choice,
For after this,
will try to commit suicide,
for the third time today.
All I know tomorrow will come, and will try again and again until death is the only friend to can keep.