i left cuts open in this heart
i don’t care how to aid these cuts
i left them open and hurt me
i feel these cuts everytime i pray
i cry most of the time i pray
try not to cry but tears flow
ah, the wounds make the beat worse
the palm of my hands and feet wet
heads feel heavy
what else do i must feel to die
been many times i prayed to lost my life
but not yet granted
perhaps, i must end this by force
first, i poke my eyes out
so i wouldn’t feel the tears anymore
second, i chop my hands and feet off
so i wouldn’t feel sweating again
last, i beheaded my head
so i wouldn’t feel my head heavy again
then, i surely die
so fool and stupid
ungrateful and irresponsible
liar and traitor
could you give me another bad character
Lord….
how come, i could write these all
how come, i could wish to die
Lord, i move steps away from your wings
please take me closer
thank you Lord
YYDW
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