scattered thoughts

not rhyming

You think I still have a heart?
I paid for sins way too early, and they weren't even mine.
I embraced pain and went against the current,
I stayed living despite the excruciating pain.
and yet, they tell me I know nothing.

They told me I would be punished,
but living itself felt like a punishment.
breathing itself felt like a curse.
and still they'd tell me I know nothing.

I've always been strong for God,
but I don't know how long.
Until my blood runs out,
until I've committed a lot of sins?

But still I choose to love,
but still have flaws.