Not enough

all these happy little scars  cry as I look upon the stars

 

as a bullet reaches through the space that I no longer have go through

 

the gates of hell will open up  and swallow me up like a book

 

as I pray to my God and give up all that got

 

but still… never enough

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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