pink cotton candy blues

my brain is fried.

the crate of wories i drag now is two
and i can only painfully bring them to you as
my head dips in shame utter disgust in all i have done
and these ropes they cut into my wrists but such inconsequential pain
i dare not speak of for i have no rights to comfort i deserve none
and the only thing i can bear to say to you in all senses true
forgive me father, for i have sinned