I'M Already Dead, So Why Cant I Die

I have prayed before, for God to take me away, away from the pain and agony on earth, the awful dread of waking to it's chaos. I suffer getting up each day. But yet i still pray to be taken away. Thinking maybe today my prayer will be answered. But each day brings more agony as i just sit and wait. Waiting for the end. The end of what? me. I'm already dead, so why can't i die? the inside of me feels hollow and weak, i miss daddy's kisses on my cheek. Memories flow to me everyday non-stop. Trying to avoid them with every teardrop. I feel like there is no more reality for me, not sure how it could be, turning my head every which way, but all that i can see, is everything feeling like a fantasy gone bad. A fake world i'm living in. Fake people surround me, smothering me. I'm already dead, so why can't i die? I know why, because i know that God has a plan for me, so i will just have to wait around and see. Maybe my prayer won't get answered someday soon, but i have hope and faith in God, & he is always right. So i'll wake up another day with a fake smile that used to be bright.