It was calm, steady,
And I was ready to go.
My loved ones stood beside my coffin to bid me farewell,
Don't shed no tears,
For I will no longer be living in hell.
Three weeks before,
I was knocking on heaven's door.
Walking through the cemetery,
Talking to the dirt.
I'd ask God,
Why does life hurt?
Where do I begin?
There is nothing worse than feeling like your life is a sin.
But what have I done that is so great,
I think back,
But all I see is mistake after mistake.
These dark thoughts,
These closed minds,
No wonder I have no vision,
Of happy times.
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