Fall

My soul is being tormented as my heart begins to bleed,

How can you understand me, know exactly what I need?

No one can recognize my face as I’m being torn,

The pain turns to anger, sadness turns to scorn.

I cannot last much longer as the spirit begins to fade,

I’m sick of being hurt this way, my body being played.

 Forgive me, my Lord; my heart is filled with dread,

I’m bringing down this damn world, the life is officially dead.

Lying is only part of it, stupidity is there too,

I should of realized I’d fall, putting my trust in you.

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