When will it end?

I have nothing left to give.
No reason to exist or live.
Life with out hope.
With my time I mope.
I need some hemlock to sip.

Pain is my Bane, yet Earthbound I remain.

What is this throbbing behind my eyes?
Also the back of my head, should I cry?
It's as someone is driving a chisel into my brain.
Oh what is the source of this pain?
A pain unto death, hence the use of "bane."
But I'm afraid "bans's" meaning is lost on this age.
Once thought of as unto death, meaning "slain."
Now watered down, more of an annoyance.
Not unto death, but rather something that can not be avoided.
"Bane of my Existence" as we say.
With no implication that weight be slain.
Circular my lines have become.
More to say, yet this verse will remain undone.

Others find a way out, why can't I?

So much eats away at me
Like a constant wind, eroding my soul.
Peace is beyond reach.
Seemingly, Comfort is, too.

An ending.
Bang not required.
Whimper will be just fine.
Just let it be over. Soon.

I have given all.
It was never going to be enough.
Finish what was started. Work.
Settle up with those who provided life to me.
Then, an end?