Staring at myself in the mirror.
Feeling defeat once more.
That knife becoming my friend again.
Wanting to instill pain once more.
Caught and called crazy.
Forced to go to a therapist,
To figure out why I got this crazy jest.
So simply I told him,
That I wanted to be dying.
He asked why, and I explained.
Thinking me crazy,
Not understanding the pain I had,
Or my broken down soul.
So he told me the best advice,
(Which i feel he was trying scare me,
To keep from from any harm.)
If i were to kill myself I'd go to hell.
That was the very last time,
I ever went to that awful therapist.
Who out of spite,
Made me want to kill myself more.
So listen to his so called fair warning.
If you kill yourself,
You will find that you're in hell.
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option 7
A contest entry
- Dante's Inferno by lesbian-in-love.
655 points, ended December 12, 2007, 16 entries
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Wonderfully written my friend. This was very nicely done. Had me reeled in from the first few lines. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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