It's To Late For Change Poem by Misunderstoodfatal Misunderstoodfatal

It's To Late For Change



Hours of talking moments of repenting no point in repenting for this sin I'm committing it's been a long life for me dark places cold even felt unaccepted as a child picked on by adults always singled out of crowds it's crazy I begged God for just moments of some peace put on a fake smile returning from school as if my days were really sweet I went through hell and honestly really I'm still going just got so use to hells burning fire sometimes I'm not knowing I understand that I'm loved with that I have no doubt but it's something within myself something I can't figure out I have a girl and a son and another on the way sad thing my oldest won't remember me and my new child won't see my face I know my girl love me and it's hard to move on but I made my mind up here soon I'll be gone don't be sad for me crying just know I'm in a better place all my internal suffering goes away in this place so I've heard anyway but I'm still praying to God death gots to be easy cause life is hard I hope on my journey to the outters my soul gains better but if not I tried this is my suicide letter 🖤🖤🖤

It's To Late For Change
Wednesday, December 15, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: places,child,crazy,dark,death,fire,girl,god,hope,journey,life,peace,remember,sad,school,smile,sometimes,son,suicide
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