Repentance

Crossing lines of all the classes We all come up with the same excuse concealing eyes behind dark glasses the lies we tell to hide abuse What wicked thoughts must control the splintered fragments of one's mind scars disfigure a gentle soul deep impressions are left behind Echoing though shattered ears silent screams within the crying whispered secrets behind the tears why must it end with someone dying? The sorrow caused by this cruel hand the disturbing images that remain God, help me stop this horrid man God, help me stop inflicting pain God, help me stop God, help me!