How Much Is Life? Poem by Kweku Atta Crayon

I often have wondered how to die
That is, if it was the best option to cry
Wings if sold, would have buy to fly
I have seen tears descend on contoured faces
Life without a whistle has offered me many races
I run, swift and very Usain to be known the loser
I have many persons to blame, always a good accuser
Life itself is not worth me
God or god please let me be
or better deprive me of the chance to exist
If not so, then be calm whiles your commands I desist
Sometimes I wish I could shout to quiet all
Sometimes I wish I had no name or face at all
Sometimes I feel like stealing my life
With a gun, poison, suicide or simply a knife

My best shirt was someone's rags
My girl friend is someone's Ex
My prostitute friend was once a virgin
My account balance was someone's church offering

And when it stops for a minute
I think about things that are minute
And when it gets better for a minute I think about things that I really dont have to.

Tell me How much is Life, I will buy one for myself.