It's true,
why couldn't I see?
I'm exactly what
He said I'd be.
I cannot cope,
I am weak
and like he said
I'm a freak.
I failed life,
I lost it all,
if I continue
I'm sure to fall.
I can't give up,
I must go on:
I couldn't if i tried
as I'm weak not strong.
Either way
I shall be dead,
a walking zombie
or encased in lead.
I am sinking
and cannot be found
and will be buried
within the ground.
Maybe then
I'll be of some use,
once I am cut
from the noose.
I bet He'd show
once I'm gone,
when at last
He can sing His song.
He will raise His hands
and shout with glee
that  is in a place
that no longer included me.