I walked through hell for you.
I know you didn't ask me to do it but I did it anyway;
I had a reason.  
Because I loved you too much and cared way too much and worries way much more than you deserve.
But I walked through hell anyway, For a very stupid reason.
As I walked through hell I sighed.
It didn't feel wrong or right.
It felt as if my demons were home and my sins were about to die and I couldn't feel anymore peaceful and less dangerous.
I was already in flames when I remembered you asking me; ******* your sins without killing yourself?
I couldn't answer back then because I couldn't lie and I couldn't ****** you with the truth but since we all are dead now I tell you;


you don't **** them...
unless you die with them.