The theory of suicide  

    The theory of suicide  
Have you ever thought of killing yourself?
Close your eyes and die.
Why would you ask me that?
Well I see that you are somewhat depressed
And I see the scares on your wrist.
As a matter of fact I have,
I told God I was tired of living
And He sends you to kill me
And apparently you didn’t do the job.
Me; to kill you,
Yes you, to kill me.
I know who you are,
You have existed since before there was breath
You are the opposite of lie, you are death.

What about you, have you wanted to just call it quiets
Well as a matter of fact I have.
I begged God to take me out or to at lest
Change who I am and he wouldn’t  
I just can’t understand why he would have created me.
I am not evil; I am just doing what He created me to be
Death; I am death and I hate it. I have never
Been allowed to have any friends, I have never been aloud
To love any one, my job is to kill, to talk life. And now I wish to die.
But unlike you… I cannot die.
I have tried to committee suicide but unlike you my scares are inside
A hurricane and a volcano I am Gods slave
I wish I was made of clay so that I could shatter
It’s just too bad I was made this way.
We both seek to die, but only one of us will find it
By Carlos Gomez/Water 9-19-15