Tired And Weak Poem by Jacob Courtney

Tired I have become. I feel weak as my strength slips away.
Never did I think that it would be this easy. Never did
I think that I would be alone looking out a window waiting
for the end. Each minute feels like and hour and hours feel like days anymore. I dont see what all the fuss is about when death comes.
I know that I am gonna have peace for once. It is very relaxing and
very suthing I must say. I dunno why but I just know that
everything is gonna be alright now. There is no point in
fighting it anymore. There is no point in putting off what is
meant to be. This old body of mine is tired and weak. It has
got many miles on it now and needs its grand rest. Ah that
final rest is coming I feel it now. I feel my very being slipping away
from this place. How relaxing it is indeed....