Please Take Aim

This 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.