I can lay awake at night, screaming for salvation.
Pleading with a lord that has never once lent me a helping hand.

I can pray, I can hope, I can wish.
God has never been my savior.
He watched me suffer in silence and still he never spoke.

My skin burns,
and im scared he may be my only chance.

Pitiful God. Pitiful me.

Your absence grows stronger with each passing day.

My heart aches.

i hope you get everything you’ve ever wanted
and i don’t hear a **** word about it.

my life has become lighter, now that the sun kisses my skin.
gentle and warm, a soft hug on the coldest days.
a sweet reminder of the light in my soul.

the sun is where you are,
the softness in my life.

i found an old hoodie of yours in my dresser.
i promise i wont call.

is there a heart still beating deep within my chest?
are there lungs that still fill up with air?
is there a brain that still fires its chemicals?
are there still bones holding me up?

am i alive?
or am i just living?

Can we ever be friends?
Or is our weird collection
Of unfinished business
Far beyond repair?