ticking time bomb in my head
counts down the hours till my death
I try and try to speed it up
pray to the Lord to end my pain
I don't deserve your glory God
for i've been praying to the Devil
I deserve every bit of torture Lord
remorse the hearts I've broken
cover up the scars I've made with your healing hands
bring those whose souls I have destroyed
let the victims burn my skin
day by day I plan my death, come night I write farewells
notes of sorry, words of love, all thrown into the fire
cause after all this thinking, I've come to a decision
I would rather be forgotten than be remembered
forget me as the demon I am
forget me as the angel I am not
YOU ARE READING
broken pieces
Poetrya book of poems // individual shards of glass that attempt to piece together my broken soul // TRIGGER WARNING : will probably mention suicide, self-harm, sexual assult, rape, etc. // not all are personal experiences but some are
