Power Of A Pen
With this
Black pen
& white peice of paper
I scribble a note to my family
Sayin I won’t see them later
My evil soul
Resides in the body of a traitor
It’s time this darkness lays to rest
As I greet my creator
I’m tryin to remember
All the good times I’ve had
Trying to convince myself
My lifes not that bad
My hand glides softly
Across the paper so quick
My words flowing through a pen
From a mind thats so sick
How can I go on
When there’s no reason to live?
How can god love me
If there’s no reason to forgive?
Who can I turn to
When I feel so alone?
Who’s going to love me
When I’m not even loved at home?
Siblings wouldn’t care
They’d probably load the gun
My parents wouldn’t mind
Getting rid of their troubled son
Words from “loved ones”
Hit, kick and shove me
How can you hurt me
Then turn around and love me?
No one really cares
No one even gives a shit
No one would even notice
If I give my wrist a slit
Or maybe the shot gun
In the corner of my house
Would leave a sweet taste
Of gun powder in my mouth
Either way it’s over
I give up, I give in
I’M BEGGING GOD
Strip my soul from this filthy skin
I’m sorry I sin
With a devilish grin
I know my darkness
Begins deep within
I know i’m supposed to stand tall
Through thick or thin
But at the first sight of temtation
Is when I give in
So now i’ll give advice
To all these ungreatful people
God doesn’t care
How much time is spent under a steeple
He cares what’s in your heart
A love deep down within
Something I lost years ago
And won’t ever get back again
Tears fill my eyes
As I grip this pen
This letter to my family
Is almost sent
So this is it
This is the end
I wish I had
Someone I could call a friend
I finish this note
As my mind begins to idle
My soul convinces my heart
It’s time to be suicidal
