I've been to hell and back with the demons
I battle inside this brain they hack with every
thought I got that they attack and snack on
like a virus that doesn't lack on eating up
my knowledge upon causing me pain that's
hard to maintain under this snapback ball
cap that just so happens to be making my
mind go all out of whack with mental illness
to entertain inside which keeps my focus
sharper than a blade that cuts deep and
wide and I'd ask Jesus to save me but My
suicidal ideations are at high risk with the
devils invitations to go riding on that long
black train with my name first up on his
guest list upon the reservations with that
one way ticket to hell where the evil games
exist with no limits to the sinful stipulations
that insist on delivering your last wish but
I don't need to convince anybody about
what my final wish is considering I already
got scars from previous lacerations on my
wrist therefore the last thing Jesus has on
his list is forgiveness for my suicidal interest
because obviously Christ can't save me
unless he's answering calls for crisis on
the suicide hotline and if so then all I got to
say is thank God for the righteous and his
random act of kindness for moments like this
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