You may call it selfish
Or call it rude
But I am tired of feeling as though I intrude
Upon this earth, I will not stay
But I will have a final birthday
Nineteen
I am damaged
And too far broken
My cries for help have since been spoken,
Just never heard
Soon I will be free as a bird
To spread my wings beyond all measures
And find the true source of soulful pleasures
Nineteen
Blow out the candles of the frosted cake
I pray and want the grave my soul to take
Nineteen
My deathwish will be forever granted
When I am gone and the daisies are planted
My deathwish will be forever granted
When I am gone and the daisies are planted
Nineteen
Nineteen years and the counting stops
As this knotted rope falls and drops
Nineteen years and the counting stops
As this knotted rope falls and drops
Life leaves lost souls
Hanging by a thread
Waiting for the dawn of life to lift all sullen dread