I bite the hand that feeds me,

So that maybe it’ll let me starve.

The pain of life stings like a thousand bees,

Or a knife starting to carve

Into my flesh.

The blood remains fresh.

The hunger pain,

It isn’t that bad,

It’s life itself that makes me sad.

Life drained

The purpose and soul

From my now empty shell

Of a body.

The frown

One my face,

I wore it like a crown

From place to place.

Eventually, the frown said goodbye

And a blank face

Took its place.

I wish they’d let me die.

Why can’t I

Die?

I bite the hand that feeds me,

So that maybe it’ll let me starve.

The pain finally went away,

I wouldn’t live

To see another day.