Hurt

The pain i feal burning with in Is of hatred Is of sin Is of lust Is of trust Is of a desire to feal ispired Depression, confusion,Anxiety, and hope All these fealings are making me choke The tension in the room is a thick smoke From constitently fealing my own hope The guilt of my past is always in my mind If there is a god please send me a sign I know who my furture intails So get a check on these fealings befor this relationship derails I know i love him my heart tells me so As my soul reaches out for something to hold I shall hold on to him with a grip so tight Till the day he sees the light