josselyn marroquin

The End Of Life As We Know It

I feel like a stranger in my head
I tell myself
I will end up dead
The bible tells me
'God is with us'
But my heart don't give him trust
I'm scared of hell but one day
That's where I will dwell
My heart is black, bleeding and broken
The love you stole from me
Was stolen
My blade kisses my wrist so quick
My eyes close
My pain eternally sticks
One smile can cover a million tears
But on smile can't hide all my fears
I'm on the floor
I'm crying more and more
My wrist has bled
And now I can rest
I'm alone just as I am my whole life
I'm only 16 this cant be right
My name is Josselyn
And my heart is broken
My wrist has been kissed with the blade of death
It killed me so smile when you see me
Don't worry because
You never knew me

Submitted: Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, January 22, 2013
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