Why do you suppose
even for each of those
from whom no goodness shows,
on and on life goes?
If none want to stay,
and all want them away,
then tell me why, I pray,
they remain today.
I keep praying for God to kill me, and he won't do it. He won't even give me the bravery to do it myself. He just keeps me here, unhappy, unfruitful, a miserable stain on my family, friends, and everything they could be. There are so many good people around me and he doesn't even care enough about them to take me out of their way.
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