Can I borrow your pen?
So I can write down all my sins.
Try to get out of my skin,
Allow me to repent;
I've committed a crime,
Although it doesn't seem so kind,
And now I seem inclined
To shorten my lifeline.
My offense is against myself,
Took me down from the higher shelf,
Trying to worsen my own health,
What's the punishment for killing oneself?
2016 is supposed to be lighter,
But I don't know how to shine brighter,
Why do I have to be a fighter?
Guess it makes me a better writer.
In a battle against only me,
I am my only enemy.
Can I please get another nominee?
Or at least someone to clean the debris?
I'm only going to get darker.
These thoughts I have getting larger,
And I'm afraid I have no charger.
Am I prepared for it to get harder?
I'm weaker then I've ever been.
But at least I know my own sin.
It starts to suck from within,
And I don't know how to begin.
