Death look kindly on my heart tonight,
for a long unhappy life have I led.
Endless questions and hopeful prayers
were constant things I said.

The ocassional unkind word
or the ever present curse for life
would pass my lips in a moment of rage,
usually during one of my fights.

My life was not the pleasant trip
nor was it the journey to find self worth.
My life was a trial to kill my spirit
and a quest to question my birth.

There were probably worse cases before me.
More probably lie ahead,
but my life was challenging enough for my soul.
In fact, I'd probably be happier dead.