I can't do it

I can't do it

A Poem by Maranatha

When will I finally be free of this?

This is now a priority

Emptiness and brokenness and all this evil mess

Leaving me in a state of nothing

 

Take steps to leave this state of being

Believing, knowing, where am I going?

I can’t take this

I want to die

 

I’m so good at hurting myself

This pass time has led to death

No final breath is necessary when dealing with self harms supremacy

 

Hallow graves have enslaved the very thoughts of my mind

Rewind back to a time before the reality of my actions set it

Beginning with the choice I made to remain complacent and still

Killing every nucleus and electron in my system

 

Because no one would listen and the mirror was stolen

Hidden in the closet by my enemy

He is so close, yet so far away

Every damn day he enslave me

 

My spirit forced into poverty by the greedy enemy of myself

Me, myself and all that I am

Wholeheartedly seeks to destroy my self with my own hands

I get so close, but fully can’t

 

Something stops me every time I see the finish line

I’m pulled back and forced to take a break

My mistakes come into view and I see the truth

I can’t follow through what I set our to do

 

I can’t kill myself

I can’t take my life

I can’t end it all

I can’t because I know that my problems won’t solved

 

 

 

 

 

© 2013 Maranatha


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Added on April 21, 2013
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Maranatha
Maranatha

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