@EvanG 18 February 2021 more from that month

Death and Creed

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. --- 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