I feel like I do good
But alas I do not
I am going to a place
A place where villains go
To live out the rest of their foul days
Being tortured like they tortured others
Though that is not me
I try to save people
Save them from themselves
But what kind of hero am I
If I cannot save myself
From my own worst enemy
The devil that resides
Within my body
Taking me as a hostage
I was alone and lost
So that was the day
The day I decided
To be there for people
In their darkest times
Because no one was there for mine
Thus I do my best
To save others
From their own damnation
Before it was too late for them
Too late for them to return
To the unsullied
For if they are lost
They shall become
Among the damned
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Yours
PoesiaWARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU BECOME EASILY SAD These are depressing poems. I advise you to not read them if you are young or your heart strings can be easily pulled.
