The touch of God
Has not blessed me
Instead, the touch has
Led me astray and troubled
My mind to the point of
Losing hope.
My feelings are in the
Recycling bin and
God has pressed the button
To empty it.
God has given me hands that
Are all too willing to
Hurt myself and those
Around me.
My destructive hands take
Knives to my throat and
The brain God gave me
Whispers bitter thoughts
That make my face pucker
From their sour taste.
This is the only way I
Know how to feel
And God has made me
Numb.
So if God has
Made me such a sin
Then how can you say
That he loves me?
How can you say
I have something to live for?