Death Like a Silent Meadow

I will never be good enough,
never high enough,
never strong enough.

Please,
I beg,
let life be short and painless,
quick and easy.

Make me blind to their stares,
and deaf to their calls.
It reads in the way they speak to me.
Nothing more than the rest.

They never look at me in the eye.
Am I so painful that you water at my sight?
No,
let it be fast and uncomplicated.

Birth.
Life.
Death.

Death like a silent meadow.

Beckoning to me.