Do you think, you have done enough
To warrant a free pass out of hell?
Do a few good deeds write off the rest
Those innumerous bad ones you shiver to think about.
Was it really you who did them? You think to yourself.
That face in the mirror you no longer recognise;
But hope to one day regain what was left,
Of the innocence you fought so hard to preserve.
Close your eyes and breathe,
Think about all the people you loved.
But Do not
I plead, do not spiral into that dark hole
Of despair .
For that is a place, that would make hell seem like heaven
Your own personal abomination
A place of absolute devastation.