I wish I was dead
Hi people! I'm sorry if this poem comes out in paragraph form, but I don't
know how to change it. This is basically how I feel about life...

I wish I was dead
So I didn't have to be fed
I wish I was dead
So I won't mope in my bed
I wish I was dead
So my soul won't be filled with dread
I wish I was dead
But nobody listened to the plea I said
My life is like a burning candle
And the flame is my life
The wax is my breath dripping away
And when the flame goes out, I die like I was stabbed with a knife
Now I'm getting to my last breath
Knowing and can't deny the outcome will be death