The fire in my heart will not be squelched, I am not a lamp lit by the wicked or pure
Call me a burn out
Call me a loser
Call me a basket case
But  You can’t tell me i’m finished.
I cannot make the stars bend
Nor the planets alig
But I will deny your reading of them.
You may put the fear of god in every child that fears to sleep at night but be warned
The monsters that we find under our beds is nothing compared to those we find in ourselves
That the scars inside my heart don’t make me different or broken but improve me.
If you’ve noticed the etchings on my body and look at me in disgust. well that ***** to be you
You said it was attention seeking behavior
Tell me this.
Who cries out in terror
Their heart in pain
But doesn't want to be saved?
I've found my Salvation
I'll gladly show you the way of the heart
The last thing It needs is your sympathy
All It wants is your respect
For living