-Wounded (Unfinished)-

Too many scars on my arms
Slowly erasing all my charms,
Bruises on my legs,
For mercy my soul begs.



-Apologetic Prayers-

Records in my history
Solving an endless mystery
Growing anger in my heart
Where do I really start?

Apologies are too many
Excuses are plenty
Perfection, I’ve failed
Happiness is heavily veiled

What I strive to be
For mercy I begin to plea
Is God listening to them?
He only seems to condemn.