I was raised as a born Christian,
living the life of cries.
Regardless for any attention,
God proved his beautiful lie.
Slowly growing up,
heaven or hell seemed different.
The creed to me is skewed,
no one listens.
Hell seems better.
As I slowly drift away.
all I know of god and his beautiful life,
gave me time to die.
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I'm sorry
I'm sorry for the pain I cause
Sorry for the lies I brought
Calling the days that made me
Hurt and cry
Sorry for the abuse I brought.
Sorry for the early years I lived
For the times I cried and give
Sorry for the beatings I got
The times where I thought I was lost
Sorry for my eye to see
Me dying in front of me
Even if it was just 1st grade even kindergarten.
All I have seen was pain.
To where the days go by,
The beatings I remember
Scaring my mind as I age.
Both at home and at school.
My mind tore and brew
Growing up, just to feel sorry no
For a Stockholm syndrome drug deal
Early, I was addicted
Soon to be brought up wicked
To know my actions were of rage
To see the pain I hate
Jk to 1-6
Till 7-8
Highschool, can't relate
I've only known pain.
Living everyday, feeling the same
I only wanted friends, to go out, mend-
My heart and eyes.
To feel wanted for a time
Now I age, looking at time
Ticking till i die
I'm sorry for the pain I caused
But the pain lingers along.
For the road I lived, covered with glass
Only knows my sorry past.
All I'm sorry for,
was a life I should've had
Where a child was surrounded by bright laughs.
Friends to remember,
parents to cherish.
Only to see sorry,
Time went and passed.
Though, sorry can't bury me,
As I ran out of lives.
I'm sorry for my struggle to live,
to see a day without pain.
Is the sorry I live