Heaven Would Purge

Her existence was an open book, damaged from what her past had took, No evidence or resemblance of any confidence sought never ending battles she had always fought emotions she tried to manage, resistance to feelings she had caught Her confessions said with discretion, all directions led to unwanted aggression leaving on her body disgraceful impressions Any mention of affection she felt deafen by their deception All perception of what was good controlled lessons learned Ravaged by her past and all she had endured Saddened by the haunting of ghosts from the past Maddened by the daunting battles she had amassed Perfection just out of reach she questioned each connection Corrections attempted became obsessions challenged as she imagined what she was taught Exhaustion overtook her as rejection was all she endured Depression was her defect, making her feel impure Felt a disgrace she was forced to embrace and merge Wishing that all her lessons would become a blessing and her sins heaven would purge