Poem
I know that i will not be going to heaven,
The place with golden gates and white lights,
where the angels sing for eternity and the good are rewarded
I will not get to meet God, his son or his sons parents, I am not that kind of person
I have lied
I have spent nights hurting myself just because of how ritualistic the whole thing is, the red lines hidden under a bandage and more lies
I have numbed the pain with a stupid green plant and a lighter, my lungs dealing with everything my brain could not
The things I have said enough to hurt anyone,
I will not meet God, or his son or his sons parents, i am not that kind of person
I am not sweet nothings, the lines of me rather harsh actually
I do not ask for forgiveness, i am to scared
I would catch on fire in a simple 2 mile radius of pergatory itself, the miniscus of my soul ever contaminating
I will not meet God, or his son or his sons parents, i am not that kind of person
I know that i will not h
