I Hate My Life

I hate my life. I hate my life. I HATE my life. I HATE MY LIFE! The litany, running through my mind in a monotone voice, is now an almost constant refrain. Heartbroken, exhausted, terrified - a deer run to ground by hungry wolves. Death's inevitability is a cold comfort at best, but comfort it is. I want to sink in warm water and bleed out my tears, but death comes slowly, minutes nibbled away second by second until I want to scream. No. I want a wall, a vast wall, far and wide and high as I can see on which to tag my death song. I hate my life. I hate my life. I HATE my life...