Warning: This poem is intense. I wrote it when I thought I was going to explode with anger and rage. I look back it now and I'm thinking, "What the heck was my problem?" Honestly, I'm not this aggressive. My journal is like an outlet sometimes, helps relieve my emotions. Also, completely written in free-style.

BURN

When I burn in Hell,
You can put splinters in my heart--
Stab me inside out,
Damage my incompetent soul.
Let me free fall from the highest building,
Horror-stricken, sick to the stomach, screaming chills...
Lock me up into a zoo cage,
Let the circus laugh when I get whipped!
Permanent slavery.
Sell my body to the Devil.
Unnatural chemicals in my brain,
Causing withdrawing pain,
"Why won't you just die?" queries Lucifer.