I keep repeating "There is nothing wrong with me",

But all I can feel is a loss of dignity;

A treacherous disembodiment, a lifeless life,

A bloody lie, a senseless soul, an edgy knife.

I am unadapted, I cringe every time I breathe

The air of a society that resembles none of my dreams;

I crave for a shell, a shelter, a pair of arms that sheathe

From a cruel world where sorrow is a pack of streams.

There are no genuine friends, stop lying to yourself,

Stop lying to the reflection in that dirty, ragged mirror.

Alas, need not keep pages of your life on a rotten shelf -

They will end up fading away to a dimension full of terror.

Dear God, please do not leave a grieving soul alone,

Leave it not in a pile of burning ashes,

Let it not transform into an unyielding stone,

Abandon it not into a reality that crashes.

I may not pray as thorough as I should,

I may not repent my sins as frequently as I could,

But please, dear God, you know how much I would

Give to restore the pedestal on which I once stood.