Let Me Die

For I don't want to see the world in turmoil

I can't survive without my mother

I feel sorrow for one's eyes

When they can't hide the pain

For I am a dying breed, a noble seed

Some people say I am too nice

To be in this world,

Well why can't I be nice to myself?

For sorrow is caused by devastation

Think of a house with no walls

For without walls, there is no house

I feel my existence closing the door

And my ashes are scattered upon the narcissists

Well who's being nice now, huh?