Mutilated, crushed, abrogated
three words that describe how I feel but slightly.
how I really feel is much worse.
words can only hint at my pain,
at the disgust for myself,
my self hatred and pity.
I deserve nothing but the cold bitter death that awaits me.
at least it waits for me and wants me.
my life has been a tragic film that is bound to end.
I walk in my room where yet again my end tempts me
but this time I don’t with hold
I give up my soul now
look at the highly anticipated credits roll.