think of me

allow me to die.

why must you prolong my suffering?

you do not answer my call.

but in dying, I am demonised.

all your recollection will make me saintly.

but we know whilst my heart beats- I am not.

I'm without purpose or good will.

I plead- let me die an unsaintly death.

a death without repercussions.

I will suffer all Hell before affecting Life.

Life was not made for me.

Let me go.