I hate myself more than you know,
I plead for death everyday.
I don't care if it shows,
Or if it gets in my way.
It's not in my power to stop,
nor do I care to.
I can't worm my way to the top,
it isn't something I can do.
Forgive me, my darlings, I love you all so much.
However the pain is soon to overflow.
No, I'm not disappearing from your touch,
Yet you can't reach me on your toes.
Perhaps I'll fall into the never ending darkness,
Or you'll save me with your softness.
I'm not sure if anyone is reading this, and I'm not sure if I care. I just know that lately I've been feeling more and more inadequate. I don't know what to do so i'm floundering in this inescapable sorrow. This little poem is just a minimal expression of how I feel, but maybe this taste is just enough. Don't worry for me, I won't do anything rash. Just if I don't smile, you know why.