As I grew up, I was a boy and I did not care and I did not know.
The way I was living was just an average life.
All through school, my friends were your average losers.
They gave me a whole perspective of how to live a life
And put the idea in my head that sin is life.
I went to church, I said I believed, but only because my mother made me.
I was a teenager; I went to parties.
I did things that should not be spoken.
I started to love, then I was broken.
After this, I could not love. I disrespected and ruined the souls that were pure and were of beauty
Rewind three years, I am a part of a youth group.
I made new friends and gained knowledge of a new way to live.
I fell in love with The Creator of Life, The Son of Man, The Son of God.
I tried my best to follow and failed countless times.
Continuing to destroy the souls, I could no longer live with myself.
I know he said to forgive yourself, but I could not.
I sit back and I scream for help. I say “My God forgive me, I am dying inside”.
The grief, the guilt, and the hatred of my being ate at my heart and I cannot move on.