Last Letter

My life has no purpose, there is no reason for me to stay
One day, all of my pain will fade away
Morning after morning i wake up depressed
I look in the mirror and see myself as a mess
Most of the time i lay in bed and cry
Somedays i think of how i will die
Often i lay awake at night, thinking of my death
Running through my mind are thoughts of my last breath
Rarely i smile, often i have cried
Yet already my soul has died