For I Have Sinned

I live in sin, to kill myself I live; no longer my life my own, but sin's; my good is given to me by heaven, my evil by myself, by my free will, of which I am deprived. -Michelangelo

Sin is a very common thing. Not very thought about action. Living your whole life in sin is different.

Prologue:

I'm sitting in my room wondering if I should do it.
"Yes"
My mind tells me. "no one will miss you"
"your only one true love is dead"
"and it's all your fault" All my fault all my fault it is. I fight with my inner demons for a while more and my decision is final. I done with the world done with no one caring about me. Done with fucking every thing that I love up. Every thing I love is gone. Gone. And its all my fault. The words repeat in my head as if it was a broken record. All my fault. All my fault. It is all my fault. I got him killed. He is dead because of me. No one can no he is dead because of me. Me, Me, Me. Its all me. Me that got him killed and me that will take my own life. I shall soon join my true love but, before I go I shall tell you the story of how our love started and how it ended.