HELL WILL BE A BLESSING
- Dark Poets Club
- Nov 19
- 1 min read
By Athena Marie
Every second is agony,
A gnawing, relentless force in my mind.
My head, a silent prison,
To wake is to suffer.
Harrowing thoughts, each breath brings torment.
I am nothing - Happiness evades me.
He deserves better,
But I am broken.
If this is life,
Then hell will be a blessing.