Dear God:
This is my apology,
For all the things I’ve done.
Hateful actions, Strong and Bold,
And for the person I’ve become.

I’m sorry for when I cursed your name,
As blood ran down my arms.
But the knife was cold and caused so much pain,
As I slit into my blood, so warm.

I’m sorry for when I ripped off my cross,
As my daddy beat me up.
But the chain was thin and fragile as floss,
And the necklace could no longer help.

I’m sorry for the time when I lied to you,
And told you I was okay.
No one seems to worry about what I have been through,
And I would rather keep it that way.

And I’m sorry now, God,
As I swallow these last pills.
I didn’t want to bother you,
With another sob story of spills.

So now it’s your turn,
Are you sorry at all?
Or are you just to busy,
When I finally decided to call.

 
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