Judgment Day

I am caught in limbo, With two ways to go. Up towards the serenity of heaven, Or down to the fiery Hell below. Judgment day is here, An in depth look of my life is taken. I am told I am a murderer, I plea and tell them they must be mistaken. For I always stood by one thing, I always tried to give all my love to others. I know I have made mistakes, Bad life choices in drugs and lovers. Check again I beg and plea, A murderer you must be wrong. They begin to explain to me, And give me the choice of where to belong. They say I am a murderer, For I took my own life. They tell me I suffered for hours, From the 22 slices from the knife. They tell me because I asked for forgiveness, I am given the choice of where my soul is to stay. I ponder back on my life then remembered, Remembered the last night of my life and what I prayed. I remember sitting in the pool of blood, Screaming for forgiveness with each slice of the knife. Till I reached 22 slices not one more or one less, One slice for each year I ruined of this 22 year old life. My mind was made up, I knew where my soul deserved to stay. I hated myself then as much as I do now, Now to the fiery hell is where I will slip away.