I've done some bad things
Many bad things
I'm hurting because of this
Though I know that everything will be alright
Right now
Pain
Sorrow
Restlessness
I do not understand the life of a sinner
Who enjoys sin
This is not the way for me
This is hell on earth
A lesser version of myself
I honestly feel sick
Unworthy of your mercy
Your forgiveness
Such a sinful world we live in
Without you
I fall
I'm weak
And I know it
If things get worse than this....
They can't get worse
They can...
I just won't be having any part of it
I simply can't take it anymore
Happiness
I choose happiness
I'm tired of writing about this
But not living this
Because the other side leads to pain
Real pain
And it can get bad....
So
No more
I choose happiness
Use my sins
My pain
My sorrow
Use them
Learn from them
I know I have.
If I feel the need to write about this again
My soul has been compromised....