Contrition

Small tears, lots of fears, when will all of this pain seize?
How do I disguise the lies for something I don't feel?
Can I make it another day, will I survive the unreal?
Please will somebody help me see the good in the diseased.

 All on my own, I am so selfish; I am engulfed in my own misfortune

Never intact with what you are enduring, never caring, never feeling
Focusing on my tribulations, missing out on what life is giving
That is the path on which I am always living

I beg for forgiveness, all I feel is regret, my heart, mind and soul are set

I will not rest till I have redemption for my transgressions

This is my request for acceptance and vindication

Please accept my plea for salvation