Father
I have a confession
I haven't prayed since the passing of my great grandmother
Instead I fell down a rabbit hole of self pity
I cling to my vices like you do to your bible
I sell pieces of myself to strangers for a night
only for momentary pleasures that will only leave me the emptier inside
I smoke **** as excuse so that I never have to fully feel emotions
I abuse it like a xanex prescription
forever bottling it up inside
only to unravel from the seams when I blackout
Forgive me father
even though I know it's too late
no turning back now I know hell is my fate