I wrote this in November and debated posting it till today. I had a good friend read it and realized it was worth something. The first line is from a Twenty One Pilots song, it started as a poetry slam sort of thing and then turned into what it is now.
I wait on my crime I wait on my punishment I wait Inside my mind The world stops Time forgets its hold on me And I think I think of what it means What I have done I think of why I did it I think Was it worth it? I can answer that for you And it’s no every time But I still choose to rebel I know what will come I know who it hurts And in the end I do it I’m not good Don’t ever mistake my faking for that I’m not who you think I am See I have destroyed far more I have killed far more Than my mask will tell you Underneath the lies I hide behind my eyes I decide what lives and what dies And I thought that taking life Would make me feel alive But I I have taken my own life I’m not alive Desperately trying to hide what’s inside The decaying remains of a beautiful child Killed by the world Killed by my hand My hand My hand that I have to lift up My hand that I have to reach for the sun Why didn’t we come with instructions? I should have known better but I didn’t I did it anyway My life is gone And now I’m too scared to raise these blood stained hands up Because I don’t deserve it I’ve ruined all my purpose I get down on my knees Crying When a wave of grace drowns me I scream I have killed the sun Yet still it shines on me His blood is on my hands But everyday he greets me I killed the sun But he couldn’t stay dead He rose again Just like every morning And here you find me Too overwhelmed to move Lying on the floor Screaming How do you not hate me?
I am the creation of my desires Because I can never say no
-Amanda M.


















