I feel worthless just writing this, I’ve cursed you but I’m hiding it. I feel better when I’m fighting this, but I’m better when I’m not denying it. I’ve sold you out for much less than what you are worth, but my heart is much blacker than oil spilled in dirt. So I look for anything that will clean me, anything that will work. But I’m tired of justifying my actions, and leaving with a smirk. I’m chained down by sin, and I’m okay in wallowing in it, as long as no one ever knows the sins that I’ve committed. But when I think of you I feel so dirty inside, how could you love me when I take pleasure in pride. You died to prove you’re the lover of my life, but I treat like a two dollar whore left to the side. I swear I feel worthless just writing this, you know my heart so there’s no denying it. Come closer and tell me you love me the same, I’d give it all up to hear you say my name.