Help

It hurts so bad

I could die

I look to you

I look to why

I don't even look

To myself the same

Yet for all the anguish

I'm glad you came.

In broken thoughts

In screaming abyss

Always seeking

That thing I miss.

This battle lost

To demonic praise

Yet never holding to

This misguided phase.

I shall hope,

I shall pray

May love preserve

My heart to stay.