I Don't Like Breathing

I don't want to find myself in the sea,
that is where the sharks are swimming.

I cannot deny that I love what is sweet,
even if he has called himself the goblin.

No one has given me fruit, not even he,
but I have taken delight in his flesh;

I have taken delight; so,
perhaps it is better I go.

but how can I stay away
unless I first die?

because I have found that
despite all my efforts and prayers,

I am not allowed to leave,
I am unable to cut my own throat,

the many times I desired to swallow pills,
my hand was not allowed to maneuver...

Why won't He let me die
when He knows I want to?