I am delicate,
With one touch I crumble
And fall to the ground.
I am a spineless,
Pusillanimous being
Who yearns for the end.
I am limited,
There isn't much I can do
Except plead with death,
To relieve me of
This earthly life that I hold.
Send me to darkness,
Send me to a place
Where I won't be able to
Feel any more pain.
All I crave is the
Sweet release of death upon
my pathetic soul.
A proper title is in the works