Im so sick of it

Sometimes I feel like I cant go on
And life would be better when in gone
But is that what it takes for happiness
To take my own life and relieve all my stress
Is happiness equal to death?
If so I'm willing to make that step.
It sounds drastic but I'm too close
To late to take back that lethal dose
I'm not suicidal, I'm just sad
Not trying to make it worst but it is bad
I dont have anyone to run to
The lies I'm told are not close to true
I wont go on; I wont put myself through it
I'm falling apart everyday bit by bit
So what I'm truly sick of is my life
I'm not the best but no one deserves this strife.
I'm desperate for something to be desperate for
I wish my prince would come and open that door
To internal happiness is what I want to see
Unfortunately that case it wont be
I'm sick of everything n me
So long to all, for that is all it will ever be.