I’m sure I take away every victory you thought you had.
You told yourself you could hate me enough to make you regret.
But you can’t hold on so tightly
I hate myself more than you ever could.

I hate being trapped in my skin.
I hate not being free.
I hate not being able to love
Anything but the sinfulness in me.

I harm everything I touch.
I lost my will to live.
I just carry on existing.
oxygen is all I have.

I can’t even hold onto God.
I don’t know why He wants me.
I’m slipping through His fingers.
I just want my life to cease.