I Hate

Even when faced with death I have never felt such pain.
A family who finds me a burden and no friends with whom to complain
Ejected, detested, dejected, rejected.
There is no cure for a pain in the heart.

Only time can save my lack of light
I hate the day and detest the night.
Babied adulthood brings me to tears
I've learnt nothing from all of my years.

A fractured society based on a lie
I can't do this. I don't want to.
Nothing about living seems worth it.
Death ends pain. Death ends pleasure.

Death ends all things, but is it worth it.
Sometimes I think so. The ease of death is one thing to be fond of.
No racing no working no hurting.
Just nothing, a purgatory of states.

If there were a place I could go where I would be welcome to die,
I would go.
Living in a home that has no love for me kills me each day.
Kills it. Kills my ambition, once I had some, now there is none.
Why? OH why did I lose it?

The cold reality of living was the downfall.
A college dropout with nowhere to go.