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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