I Live A Lifeless Life

I am merely existing and there is no way on this planet that you can call what I am doing as living. I have no life. What is the point in existing when you're not happy? When you know you will have to do the same boring mundane routine day after day until the day you're put into a wooden box? Death can't come soon enough if this is the kind of "life" I am going to be existing in.