Is This What you Call Life? Another poem by a suicidal female

This is another of the poems I have written while in the throes of depression- this is how I feel and is about Bipolar. I am sharing this poetry with you whilst I am still here- want to ctb so so much it’ s painful.

It’ s time to fire the gun and finally rest,

putting life and death to its ultimate test.

You can’ t stop the bullet once you’ ve said go,

with thoughts flying around it’ s too late to say no.

You’ ve taken my brain and filled it with confusion,

but being God you’ ve got the right to make the intrusion.

The Devil sits in the c0rner and quitely grins,

he takes my hand and induces me to sin.

Father he made me burn your cross and smile

and then he made me line up for trial.

He wrote cryptic messages all over my wall

and then I heard him laugh while I waited for your call.

You filled my head with mad delusions

and shouted at me for ungratefully accepting your intrusions.

You told me that I was your chosen one

and along with my work came loads of fun.

I am here to save the world I hear you say,

I am your disciple following your way.

At the end of the day you just throw me on the heap,

and the Devil offers me the chance of eternal sleep.

It’ s time to fire the gun and finally rest,

putting life and death to it’ s ultimate death.

Hope you enjoyed reading this. Jade