Hatred Abuse

Hello, little insignificant lonely life of a bastard's child.

I hate you life!
Two loving parents, all my existence known as their first born child.
If only, that meant, loneliness was just an experience of chosen solitude.

I do not keep bridges to cross.
I burn them every time one is built for dangerous crossings.
And then, as if something done right wasn't good enough.
I drowned myself in the waters, bared by the burnt crossings, every wonderful lonely time.

With a murder record like this, I should be crowned the king of suicide, in the realm of the damned.
Beating on, thy self, me, I, myself, is easy when I have no one to reason with, but my lonely heart.

I hate this!

Begone waters!
These waters, i have filled my lungs with them long enough.
Oh, by far, far to long.

I am tired, my spirit has been brought to despair.
Drained close to that of a corpse, is it, I, or is it my spirit, that fails me?

I am done with you depressing life.
I have wasted to much time with you, over these years.
Begone, oh you depressing life of thy little faith!
I will be HAPPY!