Sinner

Once upon a time, I was a faithful little Christian;

My skin is stained,
With my own blood. 
The tears swell, 
And overwhelm like a flood. 

I love her,
But I should not. 
Send me down,
To Hell to rot. 

Friends all leave,
They abandon me,
But abuse stays
So I'll never be free. 

I've broken myself,
I'm covered in dirt. 
I'm addicted to drowning,
Depression, and hurt. 

Is there anything, 
Really, to existence and pain? 
Burn me to ashes,
Wash me away in the rain. 

I guess I'm a sinner,
Through and through.
Then again, 
That all depends on You.