I asked for one thing
death
And you gave me something else.
if i was to judge you, do you know what I will call you?
An Hippocrite.
you made me submissive
like you had everything under control
you gave me happiness, laughter, tears, anger
but.....
when I ask you for death,
you leave me in anger
you make me angry because you didn't answer
you just make me feel like going madder.
if you snapped your finger, you can make me among the dead
but you leave me alive. In pain, I am drenched
no matter how much I cry and beg,
you leave me in absolute tranquility.
I have a question
do you love and adore to see me suffer?
to see me cry in pain everyday in May
to see me fully enveloped with thorns from the gate?
the gate that I tried to pass through but you never sanctioned.
My life would have been better off, if you gave me something that will desensitize me.
                                                        death­.....