When you die

They say you go up to heaven

And live in eternal bliss.

But what if you died from grief?

What if you died in pain?

What if you took your own life?

What then?

Do you go to Hell?

For the crimes against you

Inflicted by those you were forced to see everyday?

Do you, like some say,

Wander around, invisible, silent?

The way they would have had you be?

For a big part of my life

I have been pushed around, mocked, and thrown out.

If the gashes left in my heart were taken from my flesh,

They would be charged for abuse and murder.

So why am I still here?

A corpse is a body without a soul,

And my soul has been brutally murdered.

Am I a corpse then?

My soul is dead, yet my body still moves.

I must be a zombie.

They make horror movies about people like that.

Should I be in a horror movie?

I look normal; I don't smell like rotting flesh.

So what am I?

I am an empty shell.

A living body without a heart.

They killed me.