GoodBye. I am sorry.

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Is life worth living, when it has no meaning?
Is a heart worth beating when it powers no spirit?
Is blinking worth it when your eyes see no purpose?
Is pain worth feeling for something long lost?
Goodbye love, I am sorry my time is up.


Is trust found in death?
Is family worth leaving?
Your baby inside you crying.
Your mother bleeding by the day.
Your life, lost!
Your purpose, gone.
Goodbye family, I am sorry my time is up.

Is it selfish to decide on your own?
Is your life yours?
Do they care now or act like they do?
Will they cry, curse or rejoice in your demise?
Is God merciful enough to forgive you?
Goodbye grace, I am sorry my time is up.

Is life worth taking?
Is living worth the option?
Is death the answer?
Is life the answer?
Goodbye choices, I am sorry my time is up.

Comments

  1. UnknownSeptember 29, 2013 at 5:02 PM

    I know even hell has a wet side,
    been there and back not taking you for a ride,
    am walking on the sidewalks of suicide,
    am suicidal my friends told me to try knives,
    I don't even know what poisons see in me,
    for every time I use them,they spare me,
    or just a project of fate to keep me here?
    then comes hope,but my death fits here,
    vivid thoughts of God, an atheist's prayer,
    will he listen to me or will I sound queer?
    whichever the case this pain more I won't bear,
    like romance at it's peak contemplating this idea,
    "son,your name on my palm and I hold you dear"
    "I closed that window so the door can be seen clear"
    "you worry so much,am the God your life I steer"
    "Now lets talk of love,its patience to know I care"
    picket rhymes from my wicked life,dried tears,
    do you ever hear me cry,do you know am here?
    you say patience will pay,is it after years?
    my dilemma with my God but I know he cares,
    I know for sure he is here and my future clear.

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