A poem so long,
A poem so short.
A poem of love,
A poem of hate.

A poem above,
All that's fake.
A poem that debates
A poem with sake.

Why do humans complicate,
things that should not be?
Is it because we're humans?
Doing things that are wrong,
And still pretend to be superman.

Is it because we can't bare
Doing things that are right,
And still be treated unfair?

I don’t want to die,
I want to cease to exist.
To never have been born
And never have lived
For my soul and body to disappear
For any memory of me to be gone
To dissolve into nothingness and
Never have been anything at all