Dear God,
forgive me for i have sinned

I have lied, manipulated and disguised.
Loved, liked and hated,
I have bled my sins onto paper
-poured the words out of my soul-
yet somehow,
these thoughts
these problems
these worries
still go unsolved.


I told them I didn't care
'beat me to death if you like!'
'**** me a thousand times over'
I have lost my will to fight

Yet my body is filled with anguish
and pain
and morbid passion
Stuck in this mortal body that I hate
who am i to complain?

I have refused to believe that pain is relative
ten arrows that do not **** a wolf-mother
only one needed to **** her cub, a daughter

When I am that she wolf
why am i
so ungrateful
that I wish to die
and perish from that
one arrow?

Dear God,
forgive me for i have sinned










End Note: If not, just take me away from here. I'm pretty sure I'm going to hell anyways.