Ready To Leave

My life is screwed my days are dome I need to die to have some fun

I need to die and leave this place and meet my father face to face!

My father is the devil you see and the evil in him is the evil in me, and no holy man can get him out of me, because its in my blood and its in my soul and the only way to get rid of it is to get rid of me hole,

my father is great my father is fun instead of sitting in a church reading a book to worship him you kill random people and spend the money you took, instead of caring about the living you talk to the dead and blow off peoples head,

so im ready to go is ready to leave so I can meet my father and finally be free.

poem by Amber Vasquez
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My Question To Suicide

My gentle slow suicide is what I think about every day,
my life is nothing but another no one feels my pain,

I though about just running away but that wont do anything except give me more days in this place,

my life is messed up there is no other way out and im taking it,

it wont matter what any one says! The only question is how will I do it?

Cut myself tell I loose to much blood? No that won’t work that’s too much fun!

Strangle myself upon a tree? No that wont work people will see,

cut my throat and choke to death? That my work but lets see the rest,

have another over dose? No that wont work its like flirting with death, I shall think of more ways to put me to rest.

poem by Amber Vasquez
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