I Hate Myself and I Want to Die

I was just an infant,

Afraid of your rant,

And I just wanna fly,

But since I can't,

So I hate myself and want to die,

My mother couldn't take the pain,

So I force myself inside her veins,

In the wait for agony,

I sat beside my map,

But the bitter lies,

Forced down my rotten soul,

Shining like a coal,

Beause I just wanna fly,

But since I can't,

So I hate myself and want to die,

My time is up,

So stop swinging my crib,

And sleep in peace once I am gone,

Beause my tale has expired,

And I have transpired,

But I've gotta let me go,

And I love myself yet I want to die,

Beause that's how I'll fly.

Reviews

[Heather Clayton]

Loved the rhyme in the poem, it wasn't too much or too little, you balanced it just right. My favorite line is "So I force myself inside her veins". I can't imagine actually doing that, but it shows how much angst is there.