My Last
This is my last poem.
I look up to God and I told dem.
Take my heart and my soul.
I'm tried of walking on this road.
I wanna sleep and never wake.
Dying is so real but living is so fake.
Jesus take my hand.
And take the demon away from this man.
Evil things cross my mind.
Making me think about doing evil all the time.
I'm not proud of the things I have done.
I wish you would come.
Let's just say
That I'm ready to be dead-Mario Perez
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