Empty, I lie naked
In a bed of depression, I weep
My hollowed heart echoes
The pain that which I keep
Broken, I sing a song
A shattered melody as a spring
My tears flow as the falls
As I solemnly sing
Fearful, I watch it burn
Everything I have become ashes
Numbs me to what I've done
I've not felt the lashes
So empty, I lie down
For You, God have seen all that I am
And all that I'll become
My past's cleansed by the Lamb
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The Ragamuffin Path
PoetryElijah Rowan Killinger has bipolar disorder. Along with the severe moodswings she has been addicted to pornography and is struggling with binge-eating disorder. She is a recovering cutter and finds it difficult to believe that she can be forgiven fo...
