The things that
She asked for
She never got

But the things that
God gave her
Was all she ever needed

I shout at the darkness
No response
No echo
No emotions
I shout again…louder this time
No whispers
No answers
No solutions
Once more I shout as loud as I possibly can
No understanding
No promises
No future
Then I realize the sad truth…

the darkness is me

Why can't you be horrible and full of unforgivable flaws?
Why does it gets worse and not better inside my stupid, devoted heart?
Why do you still feel the same to me?
Your skin hasn't lost that scent I knew
The scent I still know and can remember by simply closing my eyes
The scent I still desire and find familiar
Even if it really never was