Short Pou Poems

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....

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