|Life or Death|
How is it possible to feel so much pain.
The neadle is killing me,but i need it through my vain.
You leave me naked,bound to your bone..
i wonder if i`ll ever find my way back home.
I wandered through the street looking for a hit
then i met a guy who sold me a bit.
Public toilets is nice to have,
cuse nobody cares if you enter the " cave".
There`s holes in my arms and scares for life
maybe tonight i`ll die for the magical knife.
I know i`ll get peace if i just do enough..
but something inside me keeps me hanging tough.
Heaven must be beautiful,i think i been there before
im ready to go now..i cant do this life no more.
Please God forgive me for giving up,but my body
is tierd and screaming to stop.
If there is a place called " paradise " on earth,
can you take me there so i dont need anymore to hurt?.
My feet is swollow,by back is in pain...my head is spinning,but i realy need that neadle through my vain.
I cant go on all by my self,so God if you see me please dont send me to hell!
Hell is here..the life i chose..
heaven or paradise ,if you take me there..i guess pain will finaly close.
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