Mistake

I am the mistake that no one dares to speak about
I am the hurt that manifested into doubt
I am the fetus that should've never been  alive
And until this day, I wonder my demise.

What would life be like if only I stayed away
From this terrible Earth full of toil and pain
Why did I choose to take my first breath?
Why do I continue to avoid a timely death?

I am the seed that has grown into a weed
I am the thorns that make the fingers bleed
Upon a rose that is thought to bring love
I am the stain cast upon a pristine glove

What would happen if there was no soul
And I turn into energy if I ever choose to go?
Why didn't God let me stay as a thought?
So the price of myself, would've never been bought?