Why Don't I Write You A Poem

Stop

I'm hopeless, annoying, different!
Oh god may I have permission to make it all stop?
Please, my legs are trembling where I stand,
My knees are bloody from falling down time and time again.
"Just keep moving forward!"
Gah, I can't!
I can't stand anymore, I'm crawling
On glass and bleeding from the many gashes I've obtained.
Maybe that's why my stomach feels so sick,
My throat filled with acidic liquid, leaving an awful taste in my mouth.
Maybe that's why my mind is sick,
The red liquid in my veins being replaced with vomit and glass.
I just have to keep moving forward!
Right?
Just keep going on!
There's no prize or reward,
I'm sure if it,
I'll gain nothing!
But maybe that's the point.
Maybe that's why I have to keep going.
I have to move until I can't anymore,
Until I've lost everything I have.
That's the key!
I'll hurry this process up,
Give everything I have away to everyone!
I'll drain my body completely and
Let someone else deal with the remains!
This doesn't have to be my problem.
I can make it all stop.
I...
I can make it... all... stop...