Written by Kolleen Arnold
June 9, 1974

Why was I born?
Is there a reason?
When I came, my parents mourned,
Because I ruined their holiday season.

Why should I live?
People say I just get in the way.
What have I got to give?
Sometimes, I wished I could just whither away.

Why am I here?
To take up space?
Nobody wants me here.
No one can stand my face.

Why do I die?
So, someone else can come?
Am I ready for the sky?
Or Hell, like some?

About 3ddieblade

A.A. - Business Management from Johnson County Community College, College graduate ~ UMKC B.S.-Acctng '90, former professional Musician, Certified Scuba Diver, Honorable Discharge from the USAF, Artist, Published Writer and Poet, and casualty of the War on Marijuana Propagators. Drowning survivor.
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