Sometimes I wish that
I could go back in time
and beg my mother not
To birth me into this world

Because if I had never
Been born, then nobody
Would ever let me hurt them,
Or be burdened by my presence

And I wouldn't feel this way
Right now, or late at night
When I'm all alone
Begging for some type of release

I want to be a balloon
So I can just float away from
Everyone, and even myself.
Because eventually, all balloons *pop