Another one woohoo

A life with no lead
For I was born with no light
My dull eyes cannot find the path
They are to loud
But yet I cannot hear them
I lay famished and parched
While surrounded by sustenance
My withered body cannot rise against
This weak mind obliges to the urge
I can't wait for the day I succumb to my own misery
The only thing I have left
Is the very thing that is eating away at my mind