What hope is there for me,
As I try to struggle every day,
Weeping and crying as the
Monster in my heart tears at me
Bit by bit, morsel by morsel, ort by ort?
Why do I never rejoice,
But die slowly as I
Struggle to live every day,
Each time becoming more stagnant?
I know not why, but my heart
Aches with the pain it contains,
With every sin, regret, and dismay,
Shame, guilt, and remorse torture
It still while old memories
Lead me to despair.
A wretch, a wretch am I!
A sinner, a villain, a disgusting invalid,
Raped, abused, molested, and lost,
Bringing everyone down with him
As he struggles to live, to survive.
I don’t deserve Heaven as
I have wronged so many people
For He can crush me with His fist,
For I am too awful for it,
But to hell, I am sent,
For torment is my existence,
And in torment, I will end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem