I have shattered my life,
Or at least what they all wished it to be.
Completely eradicated their hard work.
So I am going to sit in a corner,
And continue writing my 'disgusting' poems,
As all of my 'Friend's' would call them.
I'm different.
I mean,
Can I make it any clearer?
I have already tried to commit suicide,
By overdose, razors, guns.
But,
For some odd reason,
God wants me to stay in my own personal hell.
I know this because,
The gun jammed,
I didn't take as many pills as the deed would need,
and the razor was way to dull.
I keep asking HIM,
"why can I not just die?"
I mean,
I DO NOT HAVE ANYTHING TO LIVE FOR!!
So I am asking this one thing saint,
Please let me fall into that ongoing fall to hell,
Let me jump into that endless void,
Let my eyes glaze over,
And I will promise,
With my last waking breath,
I will say a prayer.
The one thing that I have never tried,
So that might be why you would not help.
Or could you not be the saint everyone believes?
I ask you again,
Let
Me
DIE
