Oh, my God.

O, mother, please put down the needle long enough to hear my cries. Save yourself before it destroys you. You say you're better, but we are all weak when confronted with our uttermost desires. The obsession is a demon, a monster than will lurch and control you with temptation. Don't listen to his lies. O, mother, you scream at me when I tell you I am afraid. Can't you see you're killing yourself with the venom you obtain to escape from the sickness? Do not plunge in to that inviting darkness. You will be trapped with your disease.

O, lover, what have you taken from me? I have paid with my body and soul to get back the feeling of innocence that you corrupted, but I push myself further into shadows. You have used me and thrown me away, only to make me feel sought after again - is it my fault that I'm too credulous? Hurt me, deprive me of life, I can only get off now with a harmful hand. O, lover, how many others have you told the same lie? In a past life, I am still loving your revilement. Can you teach me how to be touched again, without flinching in fear? Or will you only punish me in my mistakenness?

O, father, excuse the imperfections that pain you. You must come to realize that the girl I once was has been abandoned atop the mountains we conquered. Feed me your affection and the fire will never cease to burn inside. I won't cry until I know it's over. Don't condemn me for my faults when all I know is your word. O, father, tell me all is well with the world when we both know precisely what is wrong. Let me crawl into your arms and cease to exist, like I did when I was small, and whisper to me the secrets of growing old.

O, trusted, take this secret and enclose it between your palms. Breathe into it life and store it away in dimness so I can forget and eventually forgive. On no account remind me of the hate I still carry in my pocket, for my hand always rests upon it in fear of altercation. By no means shall we know whether it would still mar us to think of - we have disregarded fate. O, trusted, remind me of what I never believed. Make me feel beautiful in a world where beauty can only be printed. I will thrust myself upon the page and force myself into being.

O, brother, why have you left me so early on? Only earth knows what would have fallen in our paths for us to surmount. Take the gun from your mouth and place your lips on words to soothe me into sleep. I will never have a nightmare that doesn't emit your presence - antagonist or hero; you always pull me away from danger. O, brother, other half of my soul, where have you gone? I'm waiting for your return with that dense beam still on my face. Revisit me to ease it out of its anxiety and into authenticity. The adversary will never find it there

O, God, even my own reflection flees from the mirror. Such a desolate place to be abandoned - Where am I to sleep? My eyes water and burn from the exhaust that the gravel emanates. How did I end up face down in filth? Looking for an excuse to vindicate these stains on my apron. These marks on my face won't fade until I die - O, God, how long must I wait? That Christian b***c read my diary and told me I don't write poetry. Why? Because poetry has to rhyme. How about this for rhyming - M**********r. I'll be free if I g*****n want to be. C***sucker. The dreams with broken wings are the hardest to achieve.