Filled with evil creatures and demons that want to rip you apart

Break you down from your mind to your heart

Take pleasure in your pain and praise your bruises

No one can hear your screams because your voice is muted

Hell is real

More real than you can imagine

It's filled with evil

Chaos and confusion

The heat there is beyond your knowledge

and the smell unbelievable

Fear unexplainable

and fire that burns till it's unbearable

Hell consists of everything dark

While Heaven is everything light

Hell is an everlasting torturing landmark

While Heaven is everlastingly brig

"If Hell exists..".

No it does

To all the athiests and non-christians

You need to listen

You think there is no God

But I'm telling you there is

and he sent his only son Jesus Christ

To die for our sins

I know you hear the story

Many times too many

But if you still don't accept it

Then hearing it again is what you need

Hell was not created for us

but rather for the Devil

For those who turn away from God

That's where you'll end up

This is not a warning

but this is promise

The day will come

When Jesus Christ returns

I saw it in a dream

it was clearer than the day

The skies turned from sunset to red and black

and suddenly I felt was afraid

Knowing that one day I might not be ready

because I am still doing the deeds of this world

and I never had a chance to turn away

but it's too late to do

No one knows when he's coming

the day he arrives

that's why we must praise him

or we will truly die

Please do not take this lightly

because I'm not joking

Hell is a for real thing

That if you don't find Jesus you should be worried

What worth is fulfilling your desires

if you eventually lose your soul?

Live our life wisely

Or in just a blink of an eye it's gone

Hell does exsist

And for all those who think it doesn't

Read the book "23 minutes in Hell"

That tells of a real life experience

God doesn't want any of us to be in eternal misery

Why do you think Jesus was sent to die for you and me?

God loves us all

and we are living everyday only by his mercy

Heaven and Hell are real

and you have a chance to make a choice

An enternal life of misery

or one that in the Lord's name you can rejoice?

Do you truly know what it feels like to never escape the pain lingering in your soul? Have you ever found yourself so broken that words couldn't describe the hurt, so tears had to make up for the lost words? Have songs began to stop filling the emptiness inside you and poems doing nothing but making you relive your never-ending cycle of torment? Have you ever lost yourself trying to find yourself?Have you ever had to break yourself to try and fix yourself, but you just end up broken altogether? The thing is no one knows my pain. No one knows the feelings that I can't even explain myself. I am constantly trying to fight a battle I know I can't win. Everyone thinks they know you, but they don't. It's easy for someone to say that "I know how you feel" when they have never gone through what you've gone through. Sometimes I find myself between living dead or dying living. Do you know what it feels like to want to scream , but no sound comes out? Have you cried so many tears that you have no tears left to cry? Have you ever hated yourself so much that you couldn't even look yourself inthe mirror?

Dear those who think you know my pain; you don't.

His eyes blacker than his soul

His voice sends shiver down my spine

His words are pins and needles

His heart dipped in venom

His smile taped on his face

used to hide his true self

A man compposed of deciet and hate

manipulation his weapon and deceit his help

The man who cares for his needs

Does things without care

of how it effects anybody

or breaks them in anyway

He’s the predator and I’m the prey

He devours on my strength and fear

In public his kindness is fake

He drives on bringing me to tears

Misery loves company’

That’s why he attacks me

He says we’re the same

But I’ll never be like him

He hurts who he pleases

and stabs open wounds

His touch is like burning flames

that burn me to the ground

He laughs at my pain

and takes pleasure in my bruises

His words manipulate

and his love is burning kisses

Protection is what he says he provides

Destruction is what he hides

His heart is blackened with pride

and his soul had died

Father he calls himself

The Devil I call him

My provider he says he is

A monster is all I see him as

Because only a monster takes pleasure in breaking me to pieces.

It’s a spark in my mind that lights a fire in my body. Fire is uncontrollable and destroys everything in its path. Anger uses anyone it wants to cause chaos and confusion. With everyone else, anger seems to take over them completely without one slight problem. With me, it’s different. Anger has to fight his way in my body while I fight for him to get out. He clasps my heart and grips my soul. He diminishes my self-control and creates me into the monster that he is. He instills revenge in my mind and sends destruction to my hands. My hands, made to create and yet through them, he wants me to destroy. Anger is possessive, so hard to battle when he commands that I succumb to him. He’s stronger than I am, more aggressive than I want to be, and mass of distorted evil. When he takes over, I’m overwhelmed with the need to hurt someone to break something to make everyone feel my wrath. Anger makes me what he is:a monster.