I do not deserve to be happy.
God came up to my face and slapped me.
So many sins committed.
My sins might be forgiven.
But, the memories will not be forgotten.
In this state of depression is where I belong.
There is nothing more I can do wrong.
I can not even love right.
The more I love her, darker the night.
Darker the night, darker my heart.
No more do I know where to start.
It hurts to love her.
It hurts more to let her go.
This is what I deserve.
To be alone in this world.
