It’s 3am and I’m wide awake hoping Jehovah witnesses,
I’m seriously thinking of cutting my ulnar artery.
I’m broken, depressed and demented,
I lost the essence of being here.
I’d probably say that I’m struggling loving myself,
But I love myself way more than I love to grief.
I found sunrise at moonlight, my screaming couldn’t help me,
I can picture my gravestone with no star to it.
I’m perplexed with a hurting heart,
I thought I had a good fight.
Wasn’t I Christlike enough ?
I thought my scars and cuts did stand in for the five wounds of Christ?
I don’t know where I’m heading to, but can you hear me?
Don’t follow my path, the answer is not in your premeditated dismissal.