Death: Apostrophe

Sweet, sweet death. Come take me out of the stress of this appalling life I live today. Send me far into the ground, the people who live above me will appreciate it. They despise me. They would want this to happen. Each scar that lies across my wrist demonstrates an attempt to be one step closer to you. It is a ladder, slowly allowing me to become a part of you. One day, I pray I'll take the final step that will send me into your loving arms, where I belong.