I want to die,
I want to run away from the troubles the world bestows upon me.
I'm sick and tired of **** not killing me and only making me stronger.

I want to break free and start fresh.
But the chains of this cruel world are holding me back,
Tearing me from within,
My cries of anguish are heard no more.

I want to smile,
I have no treason to do so.
For the curved line you see on my face is marred wirh remorse,
I want to peel it off.

But these are my thoughts
that shine a light when it's dark.
It means something to me
like what a song means to a lark.
It helps me breathe.
It gives me purpose to live.
It makes me feel wanted;
something humanity doesn't give.