religion.

growing up.

part of me cannot accept that every second must be a prayer

every action a judgement

and having a lover of my soul

more of a God

watching over me

i cannot be perfect

but the last 4 years i have tried after innocence became cracked like a windshield

always growing

maybe i have given up

just accept me

i am done running

sit ups

crying about things that cannot be changed

i am here

and i am far from holy

but i will try to live the way you want

how can i live in a world and not be a part of it?

what do you want from me?

to live above everybody

everything

i feel dirty when i become too involved

who knows why

just help me feel right

okay

loved.