I am already dead

The suns streams
through my window as I lay in bed.
and I wish that I were dead.

I walk along the road
the night hangs heavy and dark, like a cloak,
and I wish that I would croak.

I cross the street
the cars whiz past polluting a bit
and I wish that I’d been hit.

This world’s a mess
And I’m depressed
I am a woman, I confess.

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