Pleasant Death
I can't reverse the damage
Of my inner state of bondage
As I struggle for attention
Death becomes an obession
Pleaing for affection
Only to face rejection
No longer an I hopeful
Just constantly doleful
I can't face this fustration
Is there a way of purification
This is too much humiliation
My smile a mere imitation
To hide my pain so incessant
Death somehow seems a little more pleasant.