There are times I wonder,
Whether I should live or die,
Because when I give it my best,
I end up swallowing inside,
I swallow my pride,
I burn with hunger,
The days begin flaming,
And then I pick my number,
I don't remember,
The number I chose,
I'm only hoping it's close,
It's my name he knows,
It's my death I talk,
I guess you can say I brag,
This life has became something,
Something we all can laugh,
Because one point it hit,
It hit as a joke,
A knife to my throat,
But the thing is no one knows,
My life is guilt,
Pain and suffering I feel,
Blood is real,
Look at the red as it spills,
No more games to me,
As I let the blade slide,
It's an adrenaline ride,
The only thing that bleeds is my side,
A pitiful death,
But I knew the devil near,
I hold in fear,
We paint a picture so clear,
So it's time to go,
I knew it from the start,
My heart became His heart,
But the devil tore us apart,
It's time to die.
Joshua Hillard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-to-die-6/
