She struggles with her faith,
She just wants to go home,
To heaven, to hell, what does it matter?
Either way, it would be better than now.
She's tried several times, to take her life away,
persistently failing,
but she continues flirting with death.
How long till it flirts back?
She doesn't care.
She feels like she leaves nothing but destruction.
Carving words into her skin that aren't true.
They ring a meaning in her,
Like nothing else could.
She picks up the blade,
just one last time,
and cuts a little deeper than she meant to.
Goodbye, cruel world....
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Sad Book of Poetry
PoesíaSome of the poems I've written, all of them sad. If you don't like sad stuff, don't read it.
