I ask and second guess myself but the question still remains,
it still feels so real and it ignites something inside of me.
This question made of doubt and emotions too real for the average mind.
It will race through my head all night until I pull out the blade.
I'll puncture my skin and bleed out all of the toxic chemicals
I'll pay myself back for all the wrong I've done.
Then I'll sit back and ask myself one more time..
Can I still get into Heaven if I kill myself?
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Author:
Olivia London (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2017 11:05
- Comment from author about the poem: I promise I'm not as much of an angst teen as I seem.
- Category: Letter
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Comments2
Great write
Amazing! I hope your doing okay. ~Bella
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