#WritcoPoemPrompt78
Have you ever been in danger? A life and death situation? Write a poem about the feeling of hurting yourself really bad

All these wounds are self inflicted.
This thing called my life I did not pick it.
Open sores, all for no reason.
Torn apart by invited Demons.
I've ran no where fast, gained no ground.
My mouth wide open but outcomes no sounds.
With my heart in my feet full fear in my eyes.
So many times I took death on a ride.
Just as I'm in a deathly grip
Those two brothers Grace and Mercy allow me to slip.
Everytime I think it's the end...
I open my eyes to find God woke me again.
I'm torn four ways, like waves of the seasons
I ask God why he said " I have my reasons"