My Past
It's difficult for me to remember my past.
From my very first memory to my last.
I have put my friends, family and myself through so much.
No longer am I able to feel God's touch.
The scars are here forever.
I obviously wasn't very clever.
Overdosing, suicide and cutting.
The doors that were open to me are now shutting.
I have almost ended my life a lot.
But before I could I got caught.
No longer will I try.
I just wish to die.
I say that all the time.
Everyone complains saying these are crimes.
I have been through quite a bit,
as the cigarette is being lit.
When will my pain go away?
Not until my body is in the coffin where it shall lay.
Copyright © Breanna Curry | Year Posted 2013
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