Forgive me
I’ve said those words countless times, and now I’m angry at myself.
Again.
I feel like running cycles in hope and search of finding light at the end of the tunnel.
When will I reach it, when will I try? I’m begging you to give me the strength, the power and will to continue my path, to finally give my life a meaning.
Seeing my mother so full of hope and pride makes me feel so guilty of my thoughts and experiences.
Only You and I know what’s really happening inside, and Lord, I’m so scared.
I’m so scared of never living up to my dreams, to never really be at peace.
Every day I feel how I’m slowly destroying myself, giving up my game.
Lord, please protect me from Evil, their malicious thoughts and intentions.
I believe, and I want to believe, please, save me.
