To God

Catastrophe

People run, People ignore me, Thay act like i dont exist... What i have done? Why they are doing this? They all are now in my black list. They all Broke my heart And now it hurts very much. Cant realize what i have done? To deserve it... It was hard, The most difficult part, But it helped me to create art... I used it for me... I fell apart. Now i need a fresh restart. I was dumb, But now i am very smart. It was the last straw. I will never lose again. I was in love, But i never loved myself I was in church And i felt so much pain... I need a god And his forgiveness Im sorry, my sins were mad Please heal my illness. Please make me happy! I need to be happy! I want to be happy! Im begging you... Bring a person in my life You can change it My back was knifed But i will let him to change it. God please i need you To save me... Help me to find myself And be happy.

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