Kill Me

None of it matters. No matter where I go, What direction I turn, There are men, women And ghosts awaiting me. Telling me to swallow My own pain, and to Leave this world clean As it was before I arrived. My actions are immoral, And my mind a breeding- Ground for insanity. It's all my own fault, How could those without Religion have a heart? How could those devoid Of constant happiness Truly be named human? How could a woman Without a man, be a woman? So let only one of us hurt, Destroy what is left Of this taint on your Once pure world- Kill Me.