An Ending
No one understands what I’ve been through
I have no friends but many enemies
The pain that I have caused still holds true
Worlds are full of people I am to please.
The razor blade slides across my wrist
The red liquid drips down my shaking hands
My head convinces me I won’t be missed
My sleeping mind brings me to far off lands.
The end looms nearer as the light grows bright
The pearly gates above stand wide open
St. Peter sees my name and his face light
The gates are waiting and I proceed in.
Heaven is the place I am to last
My scar filled wrists remind me of my past.
Copyright © Hannah Goddard | Year Posted 2006
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