The Story

Space

Is the world upside down?
Or am I just falling?
I've never been high.
Why are you calling?
You left me to drown.
So why am I bawling?

It's your fault…
But it's mine.

I stab myself metaphorically
But I fail myself literally
I speak all optimistically
But I've always thought sarcastically

I build people up
But I tear them down
I give hope
Yet I deny it exists

Why do I exist?

People call me an angel
But if looks like I've fallen

God, forgive me my debts
As I have forgiven my debtors

But have I?
Or am I holding the grudge?

I need to think.