My heart attempts to write in vain,
Always troubled by this unusual pain.
What purpose do these words serve,
While I keep travelling along this dark endless curve.
These thoughts slowly consume me from within,
Punished as if I have committed a sin.
Sinful I may be,
But why does the world bother as it is for the Lord to see.
I continue to live barely breathing,
Dropping from dizzy heights with a broken wing.
I hope to somehow survive the fall,
Not wanting to simply be another brick in the wall.