I'm am a feind. I deserve terrible things. I am sorry I've made you mad. I understand what your doing. Your twisting my love. Your making me ruin things by myself. Your watching me do this. Waiting for me. I'm a sick person. I need help. I can't keep doing this to myself. Give me a way out. Whisper to me like you always do. Tell me I am filth. Make me regret my sin. I want to change. I don't know how and I can't by myself. Hold my hand and lead me through the fire I started. I can't keep suffering like this. I need your help. I need you to save me from myself.
For the Poor in Spirit
Blessed are those
A6
I hate what I'm becoming. Is this really me going insane? You were right its all shit. I need to stay away from it all. I have to get back what I lost. I need to be the one in control again. I have so much to do. I can't do it like this I need to be free of it all. I stopped holding but I can't shake you.
A5
I think I'm dangerous. People they trust me. They let me in. They trust me even though they don't know me and I feel obligated to be something I'm not. I wish I was. But it's not in my nature. Why is that? Is that why things always end the same? Poison only kills the the body. What does that make me?
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