a boy stands alone amongst all he’s ever known
Tis naught but pain and suffering
No matter how he tried to escape
He here’s the voices call
Screaming for him to end it all
He regains his sanity too late
Already markéd are his arms and legs
With the scars of a thousand cuts
To the world he is now a freak
To himself he is alone
He pleads “kill me. Please kill me. End my suffering please…”
But no one will oblige him
He finds himself holding a gun and gets down on his knees
Aim the barrel, count one two three
Pull the trigger and lights out please
So no one will see what has become of this little boy
The story heard a thousand times before
Of a young boy and a family with remorse
For they have lost their son
That boy is me, only I still live today
Not in mind or spirit per say
But I know I’ve been dead for years
To pull this trigger and end my tears
Is just putting the finishing lines on my epitaph
And I’ll go out with a laugh
Because I know that soon I’ll be free
And no longer will I need to plead
To the sky, to the stars, to the god I don’t believe in
To kill me
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what leads to your faith about the everafter? it’s really confusing.
This is a really well-written poem and I can feel the pain. I hope you’re ok. *hug*
sorry. i don’t mean that your faith is confusing. i mean that the everafter is confusing. i’m sorry. i’m bad at words sometimes. i reread my comment and it sounds really mean. please believe i didn’t want it to be like that. i think faith is fascinating but have none of my own. i covet chances to learn.
My faith comes from my experiences. I used to pray to the christain god nightly. After three attempts I came to believe there is no god, or at the very least the god i believed in was no god worth worshiping for putting me through all I’ve been through. It’s alright. I take no offense.