Getting Ready

Great, getting ready.
Another day without happiness,
another day just to cry.
Nothing to look forward to,
no one to see,
and no one to care.
Why don't I die?

Getting ready, looking in the mirror,
seeing failure,
seeing regrets,
seeing bone,
seeing scars,
and now seeing blood.

Getting ready, few words describe me,
but they have true meaning.
Ugly, Ignorant, Naive, Sad.
The list could go on, and on
but I'd rather go now.

Since, I was getting ready,
for my own funeral.