Gates Of Heaven *

Shame me

Break me

Blame me

Hate me

Hurt me

Stay silent, I tell myself

While you tell me I'm not worth it

I don't call out for help

Because I don't deserve it

but you don't realize

that I'm not blind

that I can see the end of the tunnel,

you don't want me to see

and I can see your push me harder,

like you bet I'll break and bleed

But I won't 

Not now

Not ever

Because I see

The gates of Heaven."

This poem is about: 
Me

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