He's been with me.
I was born in this world with him.
He was part of me,
And couldn't get rid of him myself.
I tried to do things;
I tried to feed the poor.
I tried to donate my cash.
I tried to be a good person but it had no effect.
Even trying bad;
Killing my husband,
Robbing a bank,
Done no good. He was there all along.
I tried to kill myself;
A blade on my wrist,
A knife on my neck,
But still alive. And he's jumping for joy.
I tried reaching out for people;
They tried to help,
But left thereafter.
And he's celebrating for it. Have to get rid of him.
Then I met this man and He's also God.
He took my old man,
Crucified him with Him.
Replaced by this new man that am free from his bondage.
BINABASA MO ANG
Mga Tula (Poems)
PoetryMga Tula is a bunch of poems compiled and made by my vague mind. Some of these compilation of poems were taken from the stories I made. There are also poems made by my cousins and also, poems made by myself. So please, beware of dog. Ay este. Words...
