I can't be saved anymore,
atleast, by myself.
no one can hear me, even when I yell
I can't bring back the dead,
I can't get out of this hell.
I'm so cold, and so dull now,
And it even scares me, the old me,
but I'm so dull now, because of all things that hurt me.
why did I even try? I was doomed from the start, so tell me really...
Where is my God now?
as I've prayed so hard that I cried and shook.
where is His answer, has He gone deaf?
while listening to my prayers?
All the things I've pleaded for, surely,
must have fallen on deaf ears,
for where is His compassion?!?
Has he forsaken me? to live a life in such agony,
what did I...... do wrong?
How is everything my fault? I'm sorry, okay?
I didn't mean to do whatever I did.
you made us all in your image, so how am I so wrong?
tell me, is this all life is?
even I know there can be no compassion without suffering,
but how have you ever shown me compassion? is only suffering my reward?
the compassion died a long time ago, given to others who have had no suffering
so why do I carry these burdens?
let me go already, lead me out of this place of contempt....
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Miracles Aren't Real
Poetrythis is a collection of poems and other crap that I've written.... ENJOY