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.