And I prayed to God.
To just take me with him,
I don't think he exist.
But there was hope.
"Kill me... Please! "
"Take me with you!
But there wasn't an answer.
And I cried,
Staining the rug with liquid pain
And carving my skin, hoping to
feel his hands take me.
But there wasn't an answer.
I lost some hope, with a part of myself.
Maybe he took it?
Maybe if I continue I'd disappear?
But he doesn't exist.
So if he isn't killing me, who is?
" I beg you"
Softly spoken, a whisper.
But there wasn't an answer.
I lost hope, I lost myself.
He wasn't killing me.
I was.
And still
"Thank you"
But that wasn't me speaking,
It was just the echo of my own hope leaving my empty body.
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Poetryhiii,im going to write something in english because its so deep my brain cant process shit :D im going to write poems,sorry if there are any errors, english is not my first language and im 15 . love yall and enjoy me telling you all my problems good...
