Unhappiness is all i am about..

And now i just await the end

things to close down on me..

arduous it is for living to mend

and the future is inane i can foresee..

With inflictions..marking my presence

how long i can live to witness..

so hoping for my happy evanescence

because pain i cause cant ever be less.. 

With each night comes a day

my atrocious actions fail to cease..

i should be left to decay

curbing my barbarities to increase..

Restricting air in my lungs

wanting blood to ooze out..

i should have been killed young

because unhappiness is all i am about..