My last breathe was the best.
It was a reassurance that everything was gone.
The hurt, the hate, everything was gone.
I no longer had to live that hell they call life.
I was free,
My soul was free, at last.
As I was laying in the shower, waiting for my last breath to be drawn, I smiled.
I smiled knowing all this would soon be over.
Knowing I didn't have to deal with the worries of living.
I couldn't help but wonder if I was going to be excepted into Heaven.
Was there even such a place?
Or was I going to hell?
If that place even exsited.
It didn't bother me to think that there was a possibility I might go to hell.
Truthfully, it was better than living this life.
Than dealing with the abuse.
Anything is better than that.
I was happy, for once, to know I was going somewhere better.
I was content.
