Vurnerable

My faith has decayed.
I've been left dead.
I only feel pain of past.
I can only hear the fallen words.
I can't breath.


My recklessness has left me raw and exposed.
Children of past have left me wounded.
I'm scared and frightened.
I feel so vurnerable.


Tears run nosily down my face.
Is there room to forgiven them.
I felt so snaked,striped from my life.
I want to be left tearless for once,just once in my life.
To feel happyness just once in my life would be undesirable