As I sit in the dark, hell breaks over me
As I sit and sit I think...
I think I might kill myself
I know it's an sin and I have doubts
Everyday my words are shortning
I tend to get weaker but strong in mind
Soon i know that,
I'm going to kill myself
As soon as I do my soul
Will be sent...
Straight to hell to burn continuosly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I gave this a 9 because I suffer from depression. I understand. GW62