Life drops a big bomb on me.

A storm is coming says my conscience.

Please warm me up before the great

divide erases my thumbprint. From the

cradle to the tomb, I endure self torture

instead of nurture. I am dumb, I feel so

numb inside. I wish I would've died in

the womb. I taste the rain, but gain nothing

back in return. I am a burning candle, please

burn me out soon. You handle me with gentleness

even during moments when all I can think about

is the abyss. I am a waste of your time and generosity.

Please forgive me if I am in such a haste to disappear.

I don't mind saying my last breath, but I fear leaving you behind.