Nobody ever told me how easy it would be to sin.
Mark my body with scars, swear on God’s name I will never do it again.
Yet I do.
I do it again, again, and again. Like a dog returning to its *****
Eating till I can’t anymore then stare in the mirror and blaming God,
He made me this way. Is it freewill or is it destiny? Is this all part of a mighty plan God having for me?
Self-sabotage disguised as hope.
Duct tape around my mouth and thighs, my ears, and eyes, blindly following instant pleasure for worthless gratification.
People say the saddest people wear the brightest smiles and have the most friends,
but have you ever thought that they don’t hide what’s right there?
Worries cling to me, zoning out now my best friend.
My mum crying about how she failed to raise me properly, but society must come up with a speech to apologise to me.
Anger lingers wherever I go.
Nononono this is not me. This must be the devil, a bad spirit. I can’t move on in the path of inevitable sin and misfortunate.
A distributor of my own darkness. An instigator pushing me to fall.
Music blasting in my ear. One air pod in, the other in the case as I listen to them shouting at one another.
Things will get better.
I must wait and pray.
Jun 28, 2023
Jun 28, 2023 at 2:20 PM UTC