A heart so heavy it feels weak. The pain has caused such grief.
Life feels so bleak, devoid of colour, like an old sweater.
The weather, it matches my mood, I have no groove.
I don't want to move or be free.
I want to wallow and get lost without navigation on the sea.
Let me be.
Give up on me.
Let me drown in my mind awash with my guilt and shame. It's who I am. Don't give me forgiveness, I do not live blessed.
I can barely get dressed because of the stress.
I am a mixed up and a worthless mess.
Let me rest, I think It's best.