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Nunc Dimittis

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It’s 3am and I’m wide awake hoping Jehovah witnesses,

I’m seriously thinking of cutting my ulnar artery.


I’m broken, depressed and demented,

I lost the essence of being here.


I’d probably say that I’m struggling loving myself,

But I love myself way more than I love to grief.


I found sunrise at moonlight, my screaming couldn’t help me,

I can picture my gravestone with no star to it.


I’m perplexed with a hurting heart,

I thought I had a good fight.


Wasn’t I Christlike enough ?

I thought my scars and cuts did stand in for the five wounds of Christ?


I don’t know where I’m heading to, but can you hear me?

Don’t follow my path, the answer is not in your premeditated dismissal.

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