Sometimes I wish I could sleep forever

Then no one would try to wake me up

With words of hatred and command, and harsh reminders

That harshly remind me of my purpose

They say

The dead receive more flowers than the living

Maybe no one would leave flowers at my grave

Albeit have I done them no harm

But that does not matter

For all I desire for is eternal nothingness

To float away into that welcoming pit of black

And not look back, never look back

At the sad excuse of my life.