God's Temple

I undress myself, look in the mirror, and question... What have I done to God's temple? Self -inflicted scars, my unhealthy ways, causing my heart to beat fast, each breath to ache. I look towards the sky, only God sees it in my eyes, he knows I despise what I have done to His temple. I try so hard, to be stronger than what I am, but God truly sees, I am weak as a lamb. He knows that I mourn how I have treated His temple. I fall on my knees, and pray dear God please, give me strength to renew, rebuild, love what he has given me, and forgive me for destroying His temple.