To waste my life Away

I hate my life,
I hate this world,
I hate having no freedom,
And being black maled every second,

I’d love a rope around my neck,
I’d love a knife through my vein,
I’d love to gouge out my eyes,
So I’d never see this pain,

My tears are falling,
And my blood is flowing,
A corpse on the ground,
Is what I wish to be,

I made the decision,
At this moment,
To make an incision,
And waste my life away.

© Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on October 15th, 2004