Its a cry for help, I cant help myself, neck stretched the belt... that snapped, I fell. I gasped for air, hands clasped for prayer... never answered, so now I never care, but I.. keep wishing I could make that insision, bye bye my ambition, why try? Who would listen? If I die before I'm christened... Could I fly into heaven? So! I'm guilty of all seven, but who isn't, its the times that we live in. I was smitten by the thought I could talk to him, I would justify the cause for him... even wear a cross for him, that man has exsausted me, now I feel lost to him. So I pause and I question every motive, "God the life lesson".. that people never spoke of. I seek a new soul, so my sins can be wrote off.. the old me in the bin like the roaches I've toked off.
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A cry for help
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I sense your desperation. It bleeds through your every phrase. I just hope you can come back to post in here one more time. I like what you wrote.
Why am I depressed? Never healed by confession.. Detest my own self. I cant express real affection, so my health got me sectioned, but the sedatives were pleasant. With every different session I got a litte better... each week I sent a letter, to update them on my progress " its not too late for me, mother please no! Dont stress." Its a breeze to fix a messed head, with meds... Well so the doc says.
Checked my book for what I thought was another verse, but it turned out to be just these lines with the rest scored out. Cant even remember one of them.
Checked my book for what I thought was another verse, but it turned out to be just these lines with the rest scored out. Cant even remember one of them.
