Sometimes I
Imagine my self dead
Laid out on the floor
Stabbed up.
Never to return again
Because Ive sinned.
Who Am I
To deserve any of this
God has put here.
Why would he want someone
Like me here?
Who Sent Me
& why would they want me here
Im not doing any good
Maybe Im suppose to do bad
Maybe I don't have a purpose
Maybe my purpose is something
minor, maybe i'm just here
I'm just another life
When will this END
I am ready for this to be
over, I hate it here,
the air stinks, the people
suck, I wanna get away
Take me away from here
PLEASE!

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