Leaving

It has taking me years but I am going to admit this is about me. Poetry is the only way I can express myself. My old poetry was a little different. Events in my life has damaged me and I am trying

A line of norcatics leads to my drug filled body on the ice floor
Blood on a razor
Fresh scars on my body
Soaked heavy eyes
A deranged mind
A lost soul a body dead cold
I forgot what love feels like
I don't know how to smile
Me being happy, it's been a while.
I don't know how. I beg the Lord to teach me again.
I beg the Lord to lead me again.
But dose he hear me? Am I even worthy enough anymore?
I was taking a right to heaven, but I turned left towards hell.
I tell my loved ones I love them before I leave
I take the devil's hand to hell is my destiny

Author's Note

This is not my best. I just want to finally let people in and know a little bit more about me. Please leave feedback. I want people to know that there not alone either. Feel free to message me I'm trying.