I am usually distracted by the noise, I've tried so hard to remove.
Soon I wont find our way from Hell.
A personal god is all we fear.
Damage is me, the price we pay for living.
Take me to the gallows of your heart.
Oh Lucifer....tie the rope tighter against my skin.
I'm falling down your sea of hate.
I am a child of the devils hand.
Closed in, I ease the pain with self medication and a little self mutilation.
Ease the pain and say
"This is my last nigh in my fucking hell".
Anything could happen, nobody would know.
I see your hand, wrapped around my throat.
All the love we felt is now a pain we must endure.
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The Secret Confessions Of A High School Senior
Non-FictionMy life in free-verse poetry. I'm a seventeen year old high school senior, and these are my secrets, confessions, wants, needs and so much more.
