Tell me why

I have trouble defining dreams from reality…
Acknowledge me,
Love me,
Kiss me,
And prove to me this is a dream.

My life is a life of hatred and negligence.
What reason is there to live if life is no better than death?
Even if my soul was to become property of the devil,
An eternity of pain and suffering.
Surely it would be better than life as it is.

My death will cause no pain,
No suffering,
No despair or depression.
The words,
Happiness,
Joy,
And Bliss,
Have lost all meaning.
And now every second ticks by oh so slow,
Torturing me,
Making every unbearable hour,
Even longer.

Now, tell me why my life shouldn't end.

Tell me why…