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Torn
to feel borderline is too feel all too much or nothing at all
consumed by the hole inside your heart set apart from God the sickness is devastating like needles to your eyes bleeding lies and broken promises
I asked for forgiveness only to sin again and again he wants my soul in hell
I can hear him laughing now as he speaks of murder and death the devil is on the doorstep and the stars are dead but still they shine from so far away
nobody is perfect
but I am so much worse
a walking dead man content to suffer
let me become another wasted memory
inhaling smoke killing cells and burnt skin
the monster I have become born rejected
I don’t want your pity I hate your pity
can you see oh Lord how far I have fallen from your grace
endless rain to wash away everything word I have spoken in vain
please don’t look for me I am nowhere to be found
open wounds and shattered glass bleeding on the sidewalk
alienated fate a cruel human race how long must I wait
for the sun the set fire to all the I have come hate
myself, this life, this home, these people, this distance so far
no bridges left to burn, no places left to run, just empty spaces
just another mistake
hollow

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I wrote this during the ealier depressional times.