Saturday, February 7

stiff and stolen.

pale and lonely
in a room full of nothing
i can peek through the blinds
and hope for the sun rise
my eyes feel as if they’re no longer blue.
dazed and lost, i know where i am.
scrambled thoughts, i can’t catch them.
for now, its seems as though it wasn’t worth it.
mistakes, i make them daily, hourly.
just did it again, just did it again, just did it again.
Jesus, i think, by now, You’re tired of hearing my excuses.
for compared to Your judgement, they’re useless.
so all i can say, is nothing.
beg. cry.
close
my
eyes
and
sleep.

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