Let me **** myself in poetry
The suicide thoughts that keeps haunting me
The misery that keeps drowning me
I will let it all out in this piece of poetry

I am starting to hate myself
I know I have the ability, for what it's worth
But I keep stumbling and falling
All by myself

I feel sorry to my parents
For they have provided me everything they could give
I feel sorry to God
For I know he had blessed me with so much more than I am worth

I know killing isn't the solution
But

I hate myself That I want to hurt it
Inflict pain and **** it.

But I know a lot of people still loves me
Caring and is waiting for me

So to let out my anger
Let me **** myself in this poetry
Yes, with this poem I have died.

I have killed myself in poetry,

Now I shall go back stronger, to face my reality.