Afraid to Die

I don't see the point anymore.
Really I never did.
The more I pursue freedom and acceptance,
The more it eludes me.
I didn't ask for the gift of life.
Every moment I exist it feels that I'm in the way.
Taking up space that would be better off empty.
There was never any room for me.
And I cannot see my life getting any better.
I see it gradually going further downhill.
As if I'm the one-drop that'll cause the river to overflow.
I didn't ask to exist.
But I'm too afraid to die.