Hi I'm back again This might be my last poem Man I just don't know how much I can take How much I can fake Pretend to have a smile on my face while concealing my pain Hate myself more than everyday But God I can't Because I'm yours Your beauty Your masterpiece The one you died for But the lines on my wrists are more Multiplying in numbers You know Like 6×4 But it's okay because God Said he will heal those who are crushed in spirit But I'm crushed in feelings The ones I cant control Mental health took a toll Or it isn't just mental health Mabye a plea For someone to see myself as me Yeah I'm talking to you Mom and dad Maybe stop feeding off that greed Because academic pressure is making me bleed But what if that's all a lie Maybe I just want to die Like Job said in Job 3:11 "Why did I not perish at birth And die as I came from the womb" As she said before There's an ocean of happiness That I can't drown myself in But there is a rope that can perfectly hang me Again What's wrong with me Lord Am I broken material you couldn't afford But who am I to cry When the Lord died for us I really should be sensible and keep my mouth shut