Confession

Dear priest I have sinned to day I have cut my wrists again in another dark way. I have slit my throat a million times before. I say I am rich, when I am poor. My tongue gets twisted and I Lie. My only fear is to wake up and live, and not die. In the world in which I live, I sin. Does thou priest see it as a sin to? If I believe that my lord has died for me and has brought me here secretly for a reason will I be okay? Have I done to wrong to be well on my way? My confession will not save my soul I have lost my heart in a hurricane. Does my voice echo of the devils voice when I speak? Am I seeking for something I cannot see? Death has found me again I felt him lye by me. The needles in my arms rapidly repeat to me, That its the end. What does my priest call a sin? My confession is still I have taken 30 Violet pills. My head is exploding My body rushing does this concern you? my Honor?. IS my confession to much for you? should I sign my self in to the devil again? I ponder on the streets late at night drinking of blood, and ripping my nails through their skin. Does thou priest call this a sin? I've slept with at least ten men today I gave my virginity in at least 60 ways. Does thou priest call this a sin? Can I be born again? does thou priest judge me? have I sinned completely? Written December 28th, 2001 © on Dec 27 2001 04:22 PM PST, Shelly   0 • 10