Submissions by GeminiAura

While trying to maintain an existence,
bound within the chains of addiction,
my soul sustained an affliction,
and no one came to listen
Pain became my prison,
heart depicting a profane depiction,
of, if there wasn't a hell, my suicidal intentions,
and is it insane for wishing ?
Why can't I refrain from visions,
of me laying in prison,
or 6 feet deep,
while people are saying, " good riddance " ?
I tried praying repentance,
hoping my days were lengthen,
only to find my life's purpose,
fades within each sentence,
Yet,...