The lucky dead

I wish I was one of them

I wish I would perish

My life has lost all meaning

It is pure tragedy

I go to bed dreaming of death

And loathe waking up in the morning

Maybe this is because of the ways I've hurt others

Maybe it's a mental illness

Whatever it is, I don't belong here anymore and I just want to go home

Where someone would show me mercy and forgiveness

Like Jesus, who attracts me, the ultimate guru and spiritual master

God I want to go home

This planet is so violent, the people are so hostile

Gravity holds me down

I miss my family