Mixing Spoon.

Torn between what I am
And who I am,
Torn between who are my friends,
And who are my enemies.

Confusing love with hate,
Mixing life with death,
Wishing for an ending,
And not another beginning.

Come save me, sweet death,
Take me away,
Missing the point,
Looking forward to decay.

Lost, unfound,
Confusion bound,
Hurting, crying,
Mixed up, dying.

I’ve found friendship
With enemies,
I am, who I am
And what I am, is me.