I am stuck. I am stuck inside a person I hate.
I am a person I don't want to be and I wish nothing more than to fail.

Why do I want to fail?

Why God do I feel,
do I feel unwanted?
Unloved by even my self.

Why must I be this person?
A soul trapped in a skin gasping for air...
Air I tell myself I don't want.
I don't need.

I am drowning and I like the feel.
My lungs burn for air and I don't want to surface.
I want the fire to engulf me--I want the flames to swallow my lungs.

Swallow me whole.

I feel dead inside.
No something worse than death...
I am a small child trying to find a place in this world.
A child who can't find
Who won't find a place in this world.

Why, oh why God?
Do I spend more time,
wanting to end my life.
Than to live it