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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
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
Acceptance
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
simon-woodstock
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
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