I waited for death,
tired and sore, of all
the weight that I bore.
Over the years,
I longed for it more.
I waited for death,
Painted me grey, built some
Thorns so none would stay.
What's the point,
When I'd die anyway?
I waited for death,
Then death came, but I
Wasn't happy to reach this aim.
Drenched in pain,
I longed for life, all the same.
