The Sweetgum Seed Poem by Linda A

i dont remember the day i began despising my existence
i do know i showed little resistance
bidding adieu to the remnants of my innocence
knowing my farewell wasn't by coincidence
cause i want to feel a bullet make its way to my brain
i want my limbs to blacken, lying broken, in freezing snowy-rain
i just want the pleasure of peace after pain
and i need no funeral or name
let my weary body rot where i left lain
how am i here if i never came
truly, i am sorry i must be insane
now my head hangs-high up in some sweetgum tree
lifeless legs dangle as my soul breaks free
and please let be whatever is left of me
my blood is water to sweetgum seeds