Each day a new plan to make it my last,
But I keep waking up.
Every sun rise finds me withering in despair.
Why isn't it over?
When will this torment end?
I do not belong here,
On this earth,
In this time period.
A mistake was made.
Let my soul return,
To be recycled,
To a better time,
In a better place.
A time where I can be myself without judgement,
A place where I can learn to thrive.
It is not suicide I dream of ,
But a rebirth.