Yo, I need to die.
Like for real, for real.
Why do I destroy everything I create?
Why did Jehovah keep me alive?
I need him to tell me.
Confess, O God.
Spill the beans.
Why are you keeping it a secret?
Let me know why I must live.
I'm nothing.
Who Am I?
Who Am I?
I.
I am nothing.
Apparently.
Can you make it like I never existed?
Erase me from everyone's minds.
Make everyone forget me.
Don't make me die.
Just nonexistent.
That's the peace everyone needs.
Free them from me.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Joy
شِعرI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
