Waiting To Go

I force open crusty eyelids To a dark and dismal day outside I pull the covers overhead All I want to do is hide Old friends call me now and then They beg me to come out and play But I've grown accustomed to this dusty room Perhaps it's best I stay away They ask me if I'm tired of being alone And watching life just pass me by But how can I feel guilty of that When I'm more at peace when I just hide. No one really gives a **** anyways They won't miss me when I'm gone No tears will shed the day I die And travel far beyond.