How many poems can I write about being a failure before I finally do something about it?
How many questions will I ignore the answers to?
How long will I continue being less than a human being, with no purpose and no strength?
When will I say enough is enough?
When will it really be enough?
When will I take action, ridding the world of one more worthless human?
One less waste of space for the world.
One more spot opening on planet earth.
When will I finally have enough of failing?