I have to say, after all that I been through one thing remains the most, my love for writing.
So I drop in to say hi and see how you are.
You ignore my slow passion and sweep me away.
I am no longer one of them, you see I have died.
I am not even here, what you see is a thought.
HA! So you think you can run right?
Remember when you said that you wish I would burn in hell? It happened. I been to hell and now you face something worse. You are broken and can't be fixed. Life will not end for you. After you climb down that White Horse you will see.
Drugs won't help. God has turned his head. Jesus was never real and Satan is the Accuser. Rest assured that this is not a dream.
So wave that finger, point it and call me names. Scream and yell. There is only pain for you. You have killed and cursed an innocent soul for the sake of guilty pleasures. The soul you cursed was in Love with your heart, which you ripped apart.
Never bite the apple.
I'm sorry, your God has forsaken you.