My Relief

The knife in my heart-

Put there by the ones that pulled it out-

I was confused from the start,

But always thought I would be strong...

I guess that's only part...

My sin and my salvation;

It's awful when you know the truth,

But could I find a new conclusion?

No, what's real is real, and this is it-

This, the purpose for my execution.

I just can't breathe;

The knife is bleeding out my life,

But I can't leave...

So I stay with the dagger in my heart...

I guess death will be my relief.