Mistakes.
Everyone makes mistakes, why can’t people see that and learn to forgive. I’m not perfect and I never claimed to be, but I did somthing stupid and I’m willing to do anything to make up for it. Why can’t he see that I care so much. :/
Hurt.
I feel like a weight has been set on my sholders,
rocks being thrown into a lake not letting me up.
The devil cast his shadow on me for the mistake I made,
possibly loosing the one thing I love.
I sit in this room going through my thoughts,
beating myself up for being so stupid.
The heavy guilt thats been pressed upon me,
hovers over me like a blanket in the night.
I replay the words that were exchanged over and over again,
skipping like a recored.
Words getting louder and louder until I can’t take it anymore.
I break down, I cry and mentaly beat myself up for my stupid antics.
The Devil won, and he knows he has. I’m not the same person I was before,
I’ve turned into this fake person that makes wrong decisions. Mistakes.
Marks that are slashed on my body, making me imperfect and miserble.
