• poetic_depression 3w

    Forgive me

    Forgive me for I cannot go on
    Oh Father, my life has been hard and has lasted too long
    My mind is my grave
    I cannot escape
    I call out to you in the dead of night
    Hoping you will answer, and make things alright
    I toss and turn in my bed
    As these torturous thoughts spin in my head
    I have no confidence, I have no hope
    I have run out of methods to cope
    My heart is a nightmare, it no longer feels
    Fallen and broken I sit here and kneel
    Oh Father, please put me out of my misery
    Like a wounded animal, who's best decision is to die
    For life itself makes him feel dead, instead of alive