Do not be concerned.
I am not suicidal.
But I yearn for death.

The world has drained me.
I have nothing left to give.
And I do not care.

I hate my penis.
It caused me to have children.
What was I thinking?!

Do not get me wrong.
I love them and all that stuff.
But there is no hope.

No future for Earth.
And it will be a slow death.
Starvation and pain.

In one hundred years.
Maybe even less than that.
I just feel bad for...

the animals.

And so I hate God.
But I don't really believe.
Though I would like to.