When It's Over

When my time comes to die
I desire neither heaven or hell 
I seek to peacefully drift off 
Slumbering in that eternal spell

Dreaming only the most pleasant dreams 
No nightmares as my life seems to be 
I don't want any type of judgement 
Too many have laid theirs on me 

I have gone on to more peaceful things 
That's all I want my tombstone to read 
No more worries and no more regrets 
That eternal rest is all that I need 

Many ponder the purpose of life 
I question the reason for my birth 
I've disappointed everyone I love 
There's the proof my life has no worth 

I've hated my parents for having me
And despised the fact that I was born 
I've done nothing but disgrace my parents 
Leaving them beyond tired and worn 

If I could do it all over again 
I would never have been born 
Then I'd never see my mother cry
When I left her heart ripped and torn
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