I prayed for death, but it never came.

No amount of tears could wash away my pain.

Illegitimate by birth, scorned for living in my truth on this earth; I wanted nothing, so I stared into the abyss.

I laid down and wept, waiting for the darkness to swallow me whole.

I waited for it to encroach on brain as my body went cold.

As the life drained from my body and the light of my life began to flicker, I enjoyed the sight of seeing my blood, stain the ground as its flow became thicker.

I died.

Oh! What sweet relief, to finally be free of the chains that once bound me to the ground.

I looked forward for the light that knows no bounds; but I was only met with the agonizing groans of the wicked all around.

How could I let my hope be so persistent?

I came to realize the core of the darkness was my home, and I had finally found the place where I belong.