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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Religion and Spirituality  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 03, 2018

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Submitted: August 03, 2018



Finding the will to keep living is getting harder

 I sit staring at the ceiling until my vision starts to blur, I’m seeing farther.

 If I stare long enough I wonder will my heart give up ...

Did I forget to breathe?

I don’t have the strength to fight it any longer..

I need help, maybe someone stronger 

but the only one I know seems to only answer when He wanna 

Does He really care that I’m finna die?  

That I’m going to hell for committing suicide? 

Does He really want my soul to survive? 

If so, then he’ll just  have to keep the hope alive

 I’m all out of fucks to give 

my hearts no longer racing

I’m deathly calm 

laying here waiting for death to come 

my arm is numb 

there’s noone for me to rely on it’s my burden to carry, 

love can run along 

just give me my drugs and sex 

to keep me detached...

hey death I’m home...please don’t send me back...

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