Vents of A Sinner

Rue

Barely making it through another day,
I wanna say I'm fine, but I'm not okay
I feel such a heaviness on my chest
I'm sorry, I failed, but I'm trying my best.

I'm sorry for the monster you made me to be.
I'm struggling each day in agony.
I feel so weak, so fragile, so small,
But I know none of you even care at all.

Everything I touch seems to crumble and rot
The real me, the martyr, was finally caught.
My hands, corrupt, from all of their sins
I head to bed, and another day begins