13 Winters

Your God has forsaken me,
so I remain in darkness.
To hide my face away,
to make myself nolonger seen.
My heart is always bleeding,
for it's always breaking .
You think a broken heart can mend,
but it's been damaged for so long.
You ask me why God has turned his back on me,
Blackness runs deep within these veins.
Darkness plagues my heart and mind,
ask me if I need some sympathy?