Death from Life

Every breath I'm given, I never rest a minute.

It's death I'm wishin, I never imaged myself holding this tech I'm grippin

To my mind, always feelin depressed and distant,

Never sufficient, forever feelin non existent

I envision what if my life had been different

If I envisioned myself as significant

But ever since life was given its like it implements

That I'm ignorant, never meant to live, like life to me is a coincidence

And that mind state that I think life is just an imprisonment.

That I'm in this incident consequentially a experiment

I prayed to a God that is omnipotent

Praying for answers ,that to humanity I wasn't a cancer.

But no answer back. time to move on with it

I lost inspiration , motivation, a reason for gratification.

It's ratification that my life has been waitin for me to take this knife and slice my wrists,passin away its

My choice, my lack of passion, my lack of traction, now I'm glad I can cut my life into a fraction.

Die half the age I was supposed to.

Dealing and graspin the hate I'm exposed to.

I tied this noose and my head has just poked through.

I'm sorry but it's like this is what I have to do.

It's about to happen too, I just took a bottle of pills,

Slit my wrists, drowned in sorrow, I feel

Like I'm a livin shit that doesn't deserve tomorrow for real.