A Prayer to Creator

Grant me happy endings, please.
I want no anguish or pain.
Life now is only numbness.
I'm caught between living and death.

Allow me to abstain.
Hope-it hurts to much to bear.
Emptiness-inside, I'm naught but ashes.
I want to fade away.

Let them not mourn me.
Worthless, wretched, imperfect being-
My face is merely a mask.
If they looked in my eyes, they'd see.

They'd cry, wring their hands-walk away.
Shake their heads and say-
"My, didn't she love her misery. What a waste."

White noise-
Grey sky-
Silver blades-
Red blood-
faded roses-

phantoms on the wind-

alone