Underachieving Poems

Better.

Sometimes you know, I wish,
A gun aimed at my head,
For sure, that's what I want,
I want me good as dead.

I can't please anyone alive,
Ain't that right, Mama of mine?
I love you, you know its true,
That's why I step out of line.

Please make my life easier,
'Kill me, my dear' I plead.
And Papa, I'll be back
You'll see me standing here.

You know, sometimes I laugh,
Sometimes I cry too much,
But I laugh so I won't cry,
Hand in heart, I clutched..

Is this fantasy or real?,
Whatever, it's the same,
I'll die still soon enough,
Forgotten, like my name.

I don't know what to say,
I don't know what to do,
Nobody will understand me,
Not him, not her, not you.

Kill me any way,
A gun, a rope or blade.
Help me and let me go,
To let my sadness fade.

God Almighty in heaven,
Billions would rather live than die,
Old men, maiden and anyone,
They're all better than I.

So help me, let me die.
Make other's lives easier.
This is an act of kindness,
For life is bland and bitter.

Come make my life a bliss,
And let it leave, this dread,
Because everybody knows,
I'm better when I'm dead.