Stained.

I do not want to be a stain upon this earth;
It appears that taking myself out of the rotation is the best option
It probably has been since my birth.

There are already too many scars
That I have inflicted upon myself
Areas without pain are sparse.

I have done so much damage in such little time
I would hate to see what my future could hold
Because all it seems I can do right is this silly little rhyme.

The tiles are stained with my blood
My heart is stained with pain
And I will not allow myself to stain any more; I surrender to the flood.

There are so few things that I haven't failed
So to this life I bid goodbye
I am sure that my skin has severely paled.

Something tells me this was my fate since birth
I was a stained girl, meant for nothing more
But I do not wish to be a stain upon this earth.