May I be excused?

depression

May I please end it all?
I'm done with eating at this table.
The food is dry and so hot it's painful.
My milk is a cylintrical chunk of ice,
It numbs my tongue so I cannot speak.
Mommy, may I please be excused?
I've done my best and my plate is almost empty.
The rest is just too much for me.
Daddy, I would really like to go back to my room,
To lay in my comfort zone and sob.
For it's all too painful to bear,
There are sharp spikes along my chair.
Please, may I leave the rest,
I'm sure somebody else would love my spot,
But I can't handle this hell any longer.
I can't handle the pain any longer.
Please mommy, daddy, may I be excused?

Author's Note

eh.