Not Poem

Sometimes I wish I were dead,
There I said it,
No poem in head,
I wish I could be free,
From life and it's eternal burden on me,

Maybe i’ll be like my mother,
Requesting strength and comfort from some other,
I do not yet know my path,
I do know that the past was a gruesome bloodbath,

 I hope ahead is brighter days,
Where mistakes I’ve made can fade away,
And poems can have hidden meanings,
This open book will soon be deleting,

So i'll try to keep on going,
And live through the painful knowing,
That i'll never be able to overcome,
What can not be undone.