Suicidal Prayers

Suicidal thoughts, suicidal prayers. Who gives a damn? Nobody cares. I’ve brought myself up to be what I will. Now just to keep life, I’m forced to kill. I’ve been so alone as long as I know. Just as I pleased, I could come and go. Now this lifestyle I lead is simply too much - A drug-induced daze - reality I can’t touch. I’d be better off dead, but this should I choose? I can’t win either way. Dead or alive I lose. This world won’t accept me, should I choose to stay, But this world wouldn’t miss me. I’m no one either way. I’m merely a wanderer who gets dreadful stares. And all that I’m left with are suicidal prayers.