Good grief

I work relentlessly, endlessly 

Maybe so I don't have to think or feel a thing 

I go on like a machine 

And I break like a machine

Trying to self - repair over and over again 

I'm exhausted now, I think I've worn out, become outdated 

Sometimes I think it might be best to turn the power off 

Switch off the lights 

Turn down the sounds and voices 

And see, If I could still breathe without the electricity and the oxygen