It is of my making, a horrible person I can be
decisions made for small victory
I weep deeper with a drenched heart
a fail stench of misery is within
failure as the day that should not begin
but alas the torment goes once more
can I not rest in bed and snore
close eyes and sleep forevermore
hurting you it wounds me deep
to see you cry and never sleep
I am not worthy of forgiveness
the evil within passes into deep
I want you so much yet, your not mine to keep
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