How can I rid my existence? Should I blind myself so that my brain can rot in darkness or maybe with a hand knife silently scraping the nerves on my skin like dead potato skins duck taped and tears streaming down my dented cheeks
Maybe I should plunge myself into a Coma and put myself in a dream where I can be in servitude for my transgressions
Should I cut my ***** off for when I ******* all that comes out is lifeless ***** awaiting for a burial ground?
Maybe I should take my soft soul into the palms of my hands crush it with all my might so that I will never be reincarnated again
The immortal soul reviving existence by using the existence of others
Why should I let this little soul survive who doesn't share its own existence with others?
What a terrible waste a waste indeed
My Current Feelings. Thanks For reading such a depressing poem