A sweet little puppy, she is so innocent and pure 

So young and happy, too naive to want anything more 

As you lay next to my head, I feel so very torn 

I wish so badly that I could feel this thing you call joy 

As I look into your eyes, I feel such envy 

My heart could not break, if my head was empty 

I do not want pain, I have felt it plenty

And down to the day of my death, there will be no happy ending 

I cannot end it myself, I do not have it in me 

But there is no cure for despair, no matter how I plead 

My demise will not come swiftly, I just want to be at peace 

If God is real, I beg him, I beg him for my release 

I am begging you God, please just let me decay

I may lose my grip on reality, if I have to live one more day

Nobody else understands, how much this trauma weighs 

I do not want to breathe, if all I inhale is hate

Go ahead, flash your degree in psychology

And point me to your local doctor in therapy

You will never be able to help or understand me

No help, nowhere, no cure, no love from anybody

I do not want pain, I have felt it plenty

And down to the day of my death, there will be no happy ending

Where is it, the positivity that you claim surrounds me?

I do not see it, my anger has made me too blind to see