life experience

Breakdown, Shame

Lonesome fear has plagued my life.
My days of youth, spent in strife.
My faith since abandoned, with prayers unheard,
For God to allow such pain it’s absurd:

“Horror of horrors, a life spent alone,”
“That future assured, my past has shown.”
“O take me heaven, I’d much rather sleep.”
“O holy razor, my blessed release.”

“Help me! Rid me this cursed isolation,”
“Wrought by weary nerves, my eternal damnation.”
“Bleed me this pain, I offer my hand.”
“Rescue me Mother, help me understand.”

I love dogs, and I am terrified of them

When I saw first Terry, a Cairn terrier, I was nine years old and thought to myself, "I love you and want you to be happy forever." We did everything together, from taking walks to Terry begging me to play with her while I was going through mountains of homework. However, I never expected to be using past tense when talking about a dog who was seven last year.

My personal problem was trying to figure out if forgiveness for myself and my friends was an option after my friends and I failed to save my dog when a Newfoundland attacked her when we were trick-or-treating my junior year.

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