My Life

Hell is my life, I learned that so far
and every move I make is always the wrong one
Sometimes I think I just can not go on
but something seems to keep pulling me back
like a voice inside my head
saying never give up and always stay strong
it seems to me that running away is no longer an option
so I think of some more ideas, hoping it would cure me
from the disease I got from living in hell
everybody hates me, I know the do
that is why I am living in a darkened room
wishing I could just kill myself
so that I can live in eternal hell
bu that voice keeps saying you do not need to die
god has a plan for you, he is not just wasting your time
so I try to stay strong, hoping that it is true
that the word of god would come through
so I just sit and wait alone
until the day came that I wrote this poem
this poem is to represent the passion of God
because the passion of God helped me pull through
I know now that if nobody likes you, and nobody cares
you still have one friend that follows you everywhere