Wearing out

You care enough about me to want me to have eternal life. Then can I ask you of this boldly, very boldly? Let me end it all! I can’t watch myself all washed up every morning I wake up. I can’t live another day of meaningless, of despondence. I can’t watch others inflate their egos by wearing out my esteem thus slowly reducing me to a piece of deflated skin. I am your useless soldier. I can’t live here and not hate the world. I can’t be hurt and not hate the people. So if you will be kind to me one more time, one last time. If I plunge into the waters, don’t let it spit me out like a cork. Let me sink.