It’s your choices

It’s always your choice

Like everyone else who pulls away

Like every reborn Jesus Christ who carries the known world on their shoulders

Of course seeing the world from how it is

Makes us sick and we want to change it

Dear Jesus

I tried to love everyone and they left me

I tried to share compassion with everyone and they threw me away

Dear man either hanging on the cross or hanging

I’m so alone

I’m so drunk

I’m so broken

Dear every Jesus Christ who ever killed themselves because the world would be better without them

Buckets

It’s not

You killed every one following and every one following me

You created a world where love and compassion are considered weakness and

Bleeding heart

The “liberal” follows

Oh don’t laugh

I know every Jesus Christ who loved and was left to die

That you were liberal.

Different.

I

Don’t know anymore why I fight or who I love

That was the question I can’t run from

Right?

The answer is still everything still I just hurt so much

Oh shut up

I can take it if you need to take this out on someone or whatever the line was I haven’t heard trench in months and I can’t remember

Memory leak

I am holding too much

To remember me

That’s why I don’t know what I need

That’s why I don’t know who I need

That’s why I can’t trust anyone only every thing

I’m holding the memories of centuries.

Centuries.

Hello I am index.

Please release me

Please

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