Trials and Tribulations
Is it my turn to burn,
within the depths of Hell,
Will i soon be torn apart,
from the God I knew so well?
Is it my turn to fall,
to bruise and cut my knees,
I struggle for a slip of air,
so hard for me to breath.
I need a way to cope,
cuz cutting doesn't work,
I'll knock down all my demons,
with a dark redeemful smirk.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2010
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