Hell is real and when you want to die
Agony is all there is to feel,
Nerves of steel slowly softening
Like cotton I have no will, my soul to hell
has been taken the devil has it breaking.
Im just a walking corpse no one realizes how lost, blamed, and shamed I am and it hurts. Each day is the same torment
-this "life" Im no longer able to sustain
And every night I go to sleep curled up with the pain.
And I've cried many rivers oceans and lakes. so I practice deep trance hoping never to wake but sunshine penetrates the window forcing my eyes to open, that must be god's token, but no one realize I been wishing for the heartbeat to stop, my life to dead I been smoking.
Im a bloop from the top to the bottom
my clock-life is running out so I've
embraced the fact that Im alone in this
dome that can not be rattle
And so the world can have my body to keep to dispose my ashes on a sky cloudy dry, soon closed shot-eye I will be.
there goes my soul full of frows like it never forgot how to fly, no more pretentious smiles, no more disguise.
now I'll forever sleep finally a taste of peace, what a bliss!.
Know that this is my last writing so you know what on my head is residing (yes you guessed it right) my suicide I've been planning because Im done and tired of this never ending fighting.
This is my hell, now you know but couldn't tell how far I was from well.
Not that it matters so tomorrow you'll see my brain on the floor all scattered [3600-50.mg.pills] enough to shot down my system and on my head goes the pistol.
©rikco0
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