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Nov 2015
There's a weight in my chest,
Dear God,
I'm so Depressed.
I'm not crying,
No, I'm screaming.
I'm so stressed,
I'm sorry Lord,
But I must confess:
That even though
I tell you all my Sins,
This cycle Never Ends.
I wake up,
As though I never went to sleep.
Sweet Jesus,
Even as I weep,
For all the promises I can't keep.
There are Demons,
That plague my dreams.
Even worse are the demons,
That hide as humans.
I'm at the edge of my sanity,
No light, no hope,
I am loosing my humanity.
I'm just a beast,
Hiding under a smile.
My misery is my feast.
This monster is killing,
The once sweet girl,
That was living.
That once sweet Girl that I used to be.
Sweet Mother Mary,
Please end my suffering,
I cannot win.
There is nothing,
That can save me
From myself.
I walk this earth,
No this Hell.
Hoping They can see,
This monster that lives within me.
Is it wrong,
That as I plan to end my life,
I'm hoping God will understand,
My Sacrifice?
Is it wrong that I'm still praying,
For help,
For a saviour,
For eternal peace,
For Heaven at least.
When your at that point, your done praying for it to get better, now your just praying for the end.
Written by
Ash
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   Ariel Baptista
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