🌸obviously, I'm trying to redeem back my reality.
One, I killed myself.
A mind where I execute suicide.
A heart where I lied big time.
A body which I tortured not worthy of a dime.
Two, a climax is a lie.
A revolution, killing my hopes.
A peak where there are no homes.
A horrendous mercy that left me cold.
Three, a Holy book saved me but I still spilled blood.
Like a serial killer, I had no thoughts.
I badly needed my own secret.
Again, and again like a bad Karma for me to rot.
Four, I still tried to redeem myself.
Even if I was fitted for a wasteland.
Even if I was scarred.
Even if I was an ugly creation of God, I want to believe.
Five, nights gone, sun shone.
Hell must've broken lose.
I felt a gap.
I think I can escape.
Six, hopes are crushed.
But not my faith.
But not my soul.
I'm still alive so damn their scorching tongues.
Damn their ripping imagination.
Damn their discrimination.
Damn Aristotle based beautification.
Damn myself for being coward.
As to everybody had ridden of their hell.
Maybe I might as well.
Maybe I can fight them as well.
Who cares if this malignant deep is still there.
But hell might break lose,
My faith is still bent.
I'm afraid,
I'm back at it again.
🌻Too much? Sorry. Just needes to get something off my chest. Sinners like me would always want to try, because there is no point in trying to give up while still alive. Right? God'll bless you, dear one.
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Poetry🍭These are poems that makes my anxiety and depression form into an ink staining my life and each paper that I take. Please do not copy unless you understand what you are taking away. 🌼
