Lafyev Pou Lanmo

Come to me, and hurry. I grow tired of worries. Come to me,and hurry I grow tired of pain. I offer every single good deed under my name to end this game, this life. To end the misery dancing down my spine. Punching my walls in the morning, upset that I even woke up, all the time. I take a good look at life with all three of my eyes and wonder why. Why can't I be happy? Why can't I be free? What did I do to have these things happen to me? Come to me,and hurry.