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