Still Wishing For Hell

Staring blankly,
Sitting still,
Crying softly,
Wishing for Hell.

It comes slowly
Slow is has come
And slow it will go
And when its done, I'm gone.

My heart hurts
And my body aches
Nobody cares
No one stops to wait.

They all flow by
Like they're in a rush
But no one cares
Everything is hushed.

The blank eyes stare back at me
The odd smile here and there
But no one stops
No one actually cares.

So I'll sit here
Quiet, blank, still,
Still crying softly,
Still wishing for hell.