Upon my Death bed

"Its often that certain long phases of your life is the worst you would expect out of yourself.But yet its familiarity and comfort would be such that venturing into a better sweet world would seem scary and repulsive.A phase which we call depression !! the lines below are dated to such an era of my life"

Who am I? What was I to be?
Questions come and questions go,
What prevails is the silence of thoughts.

Demands, expectations and dreams
All cloud the mind,
What remains is a foggy realization of self loath.

Down the memory lane I walk,
skip, jump, trot and stroll –
Only to realize disappointments and crashed hopes

My entire life, I lived to crib and cry!
To complain, and to lament,
So many believes were shattered,
Dreams remain unfulfilled-

What survives on my death bed -
is my last wish to live it once more!