Must Die
I'm on my knees
Begging you for mercy
Asking you to kill me
Put me out of my misery
I want to die
I need to go
I have a meeting
With my lord
The final reckoning is coming
Time for me to go into hiding
Disappear off the face
Of the Earth
A knife through my chest
Impaled on a stake
A bullet through the head
Burning in a pit of fire
I want to die
I need to die
Please, I must die.
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Must Die
This poem is filled with tension, anger, misery and very scary, but at the same time
it is the cry of many young peoples voice to receive the attention they deserve but
do not receive from others. Well done