Hell is a test

Why does no one see how they treat me?

Why do they flee when I cry to them to save me?

My soul is being stolen from me.

It hurts to bad to live any longer.

The blade goes across my wrist.

No blood. Nothing.

I do the same to my hand rubies come.

I press the blade to my neck nothing.

Death comes into my room.

I ask, “Why?”

He says, “your hell is life it’s self. You can’t leave.”

I cry and he leaves me sobbing on the floor.

(Often it feels like there is no escape. This is our test.)

Reviews

[Roze Collions]

you sound like your a weak person always tring to find death