The End

My life is filled with nothing but misery,

Has been for long over a century,

Sometime's I get so fucking angry, 

I feel these mother fucker's just want to bury me,

I give it my all and try my best,

But for some reason, it's just not good enough for the rest,

I think to myself "What am I even trying for",

Fuck, I just really want to give up and walk out the door,

I can't eat I stay so fucking depressed,

That taking my life seem's harder to resist,

I really just fucking hate myself,

I don't want to continue to live in this hell,

I try to numb all these emotions,

That's just the same old notion,

I try to cover all these scars 

But my life continues to just fucking fall apart,

I try to hide all this pain in my life,

Jesus Christ, I just want to grab a knife,

At times I just want to grab a gun and end it completely, 

And pray that the next life I won't come back as me,

I can't help but think of my life and all its torment,

Then I get down on my knees and repent,

I don't think my heart can be any more broken,

Dear God, please when I'm done writing this poem just let it be the end.