When You Went to Heaven- Poem by Rebecca Wood
When You went to Heaven
I wrote this poem after I had thought I lost a dear friend to me. After crying for days and moping for a month I had come to find out that a cruel subject had simply pulled a "prank" on me. I couldn't have known because I was three states away. The thought that this person had a mother just disgusts me, but that is in the past. May this poem now be just something of beauty instead of sorrow.
I was sitting there thinking
One dark early morn'
Clinching your shirt, all blood stained and torn
Even through the blood and tears, it still has your smell
And I wish you not to know, when you went to heaven, I went to hell
When any of my friends see me, they can't help but turn away
Why? I don't know. Who knows what they say?
The devil's blood is the only thing that gets me by
Giving me whiskey stained breath and blood shot eyes
The way people look and stare at me I know they can tell
That when you went to heaven, I went to hell
I started living life like it was meant to be a sin
If I asked forgiveness, I wouldn't know were to begin
One day I finally dropped to my knees and I cried
Realizing that someday, I would have to say goodbye
And now everyone's saying that I am looking well
I still feel like when you went to heaven, that I went to hell
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