"I hate myself and want to die,"
the ghost by which I'm haunted.
I should be next to your dead fetus,
I'm just about as wanted.

I fell into the cracks of hell,
As dark as they are deep.
You've put me down for long enough.
Just put me to sleep.

Blasphemy runs through my head,
Beneath this thorny crown.
You throw a rope for me to climb
And then you let me down.

I need so much and have so little,
It's depressing to inventory.
Glad you could take the time to forget me.
What's this week's likely story?

I have to live, want and need.
You have to kill, hurt and bleed.
I ask a simple task or deed,
Ignore me, it's the greed you feed.