I've been through mock hell. I will never ever forget. It wasn't real, but it could have been All the anguish that I've seen
I saw the Devil - once but I've been in hell - several times how black my world looked how much **** you put me through
And i've learnt something different in this trip Fake but so ******* real to me About philosophical knots entangled with needs of the heart. About needs of men and women - sacred like stars about death, about life and heavy laws and poisoned with rotten judgement and weights cast from above Unresolved doubts. No one holds the truth. Not me. But not you! Was it me? Was it you? Too much - did I ever chew? Too much - did I settle for? What to do? Hard, hard to know.
And now the blood be dropping (between my legs) And my mind got back on its rails. But God does really put things out there, to show you sides of the game. hey *******, I've been through mock hell and it was enough to see y'all face.
Poem about my feelings after thinking for two weeks I was pregnant and all the stuff I was thinking about whether abortion was right or not and why. I hope this poem makes sense.