Sometimes I Feel Like... Poem by Ethan Grimes

Yes! I have found the deed to do,
And this is the place to do it.
This heart, I'll run a dagger through,
Though I, in hell should rue it.

Sometimes I wish I could go to sleep,
And simply never wake.
Yet this soul is not mine to reap,
This life not mine to take.

Other times when all else fails,
I return to my depression.
My skin turns to wood, my knife to nails,
It seems to be my obsession.

Some people think that they lead a hard life,
But they've never seen it from my perspective.
I simply wish to end my strife,
Is that such a strange objective?