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Click hereThis pain of living,
it lingers on.
Help me god.
For I'm not strong.
Take these hurts god.
May I hold your hand?
And follow you gladly
to some promised land?
Lift me to Heaven.
Spare me this Hell.
There's nothing here god.
This body is just a shell.
If there's no one to miss me
then where is the sin
of closing my tired eyes
and letting that dark reaper in?
I can't do it alone.
I'm scared of that knife.
Don't want this no more.
Please take my life.
If I don't want it
then what is the shame?
I bare my breast god
and beg you take aim.
Another back then poem that still "talks" to me.
I know what it feels
like to feel unbearable
hurt and pain. I can take
comfort in this poem
because i know where you
are coming from and if you
have survived this terrible
time in your life then you
are not only stronger for it
but also incredibly brave.
~ J