Poem of the hill

 On September 5th I went to the market where my mother works, she doesn't work at the market, but at the kiosk in front, I went just to let her know that I had gotten a good grade on the History test.After I left there I went to the hill that is nearby, I stayed there from 4:48 pm until about 6 pm, I even tried to study for other tests, but then I gave up, I lay down for a while watching the sky and then after a few minutes I wrote a poem, it's called poetry, isn't it? I don't know, but I wrote something, I wrote about my disbelief and how I feel: 

 He heard my haste, 

if it exists, 

You will know how desperate I was for death when I was younger.

If God exists, 

There's probably already an angel waiting for the day when he has to cry over my body, 

You failed in your mission to protect me, 

You thought protection was only for outside dangers,

But what caused my own danger was my thoughts, which became more and more agitated every day. 

My mouth is a tomb

But my mind is in turmoil

What makes you feel alive and keeps you thinking is what kills you the most inside.

The real villain in your life is you and your thoughts that look for ways to satisfy your addictions,

That betray you and bring you to the dirtiest, most dirty and depressing thoughts

"One day you're going to kill yourself" At least warn me you did.

I try to be the most present and striking in everyone's lives, 

So that one day I will be missed by the space I left,

So that one day I feel, 

Even though I'm not alive,

That I at least served something when my body was still there.

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Note: Im sorry If this offended you.