Oct 2010
I might go to heaven,
I might go to hell.
It's the only way out,
farewell, farewell.
The sinners do hold me,
I see no shame.
That ******* disowned me,
he is to blame.
It's the only way out,
the only way I know.
I wish it could be different,
but different would be hell.
Tonight I go,
Tomorrow I'm gone.
They feel some grief,
I will never live on.
I might go to hell.
It's the only way out,
farewell, farewell.
The sinners do hold me,
I see no shame.
That ******* disowned me,
he is to blame.
It's the only way out,
the only way I know.
I wish it could be different,
but different would be hell.
Tonight I go,
Tomorrow I'm gone.
They feel some grief,
I will never live on.
This is the very first poem I had ever written. I wrote it when I was 12 years old, and it was intended to be a suicide note. However, after I was done writing it, I just wanted to write more. I guess you can say... This poem saved my life.
