should i take it with a blade or use a nine whatever i just pray i do it right i probably wont make it through the night i tell them that its been a suicide drowning in depression as the tears pour asking yourself what am i here for questioning the dear lord convinced there s nothing left to live for molested when you was a child by the chester with the creepy smile pressured you to do some things thats really foul mom accepted it cause she was in denial convinced yourself abuse is love which led to your abuse of drugs i bet every time you in the tub imagining your body floating in the suds contemplating suicide tried it once but you survived standing in the mirror devil in your eyes should i do it from the front or shoot it from the side blaming god for whats been done to you feel he gave you life to punish you hurt by everyone you run into end up walking on you like some running shoes always felt you wasnt momma s best that you were treated different from the rest so in your mind you think you worth less that you aint worth dirt you deserve death imaging your soul tore on the bathroom on that cold floor with your back against that closed door and you slashing it with slow force blood running down your wrist dripping from your finger tips pills causing you to drift slipping into the abyss  walls are starting to close in on you you cant see your way anymore everybody s against you my god your esteem ain t where it need to be you gotta learn to let these demons free let all the suffering within you cease and the small love within you be increased i speak a prophecy inside your life that you be guided by a shining light that you wont die but be a sign of life that you will fly in undefining heights that the wings you grow forever soar that you redeem whatever that was yours that you have dreams of heavenly rewards that your esteem forever be restored that youll oppose to such a tragedy that it will never come to pass and be that you would rather walk a path of glee and give your troubles to your majesty i pray you be the head would be the head and not the tail i pray your footsteps create a trail i cast depression to the pits of hell that which you wrestle with shall not prevail i bind the voices that have conquered you and said the dreams would always run from you god redeems the just and im the proof you uncling from us you monster you i speak forgiveness in your rainy soul that you forgive yourself and gain control the same dealer dealt the rein to job joy cometh when the rooster crows right now i come against depression i come against rejection i come against those demonic spirits that have hindered you i come against rebellion i come against abuse i come against regret i come against anxiety i come against financial loss i come against cocaine addiction i come against heroin abuse i come against neglect i come against molestation i come against worry i come against self hatred i come against anything that has hindered you from the divine will that god has set for your life2
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