• My life is filled with much sorrow
    Everyday I can sense death coming
    I feel suffocated, trapped, and lonely
    I’ve always hated myself
    So ugly, that I am ashamed to look at myself in the mirror
    Never do I walk my head held high
    I isolated myself from others
    Always worried how death feels
    I shed tears of grief and despair
    No drop of hope can be found for me
    Shrieking with courage yet growing dread
    I’ll be awaiting my death
    When my time comes
    My body will be burning in the depths of hell