I feel like a plague, a disease, a virus

I feel like a failure, feces, a stupid

I stumble and fumble more than every average being

I'm a beast, monster, and vermin

Am I just focusing on myself?

It proves my everlasting depths of despair

There is something really wrong with me,

A blemish on my chin

I can't rub it off and I cannot escape it:

I wish I could hit a button,

A pause in time button,

Until I'm ready again, I could resume it

I don't feel ready to continue, nor do I want to die for eternity

Just let me die so you can live peacefully