You should be a little more careful with those promises this time...

Or have you forgotten karma is a bee-otch?

A letter to the Messiah that resided in the bed next-door

I bounced from one, to the other, and back again.
I am lost and confused.
I hurt and I hate.
I have lost my faith and my fight.
My head is fuzzy and full of other's words and I am geared for mistakes.
Calling for help is not an option, for I am too far down and there is no one to hear my calls.
So I will smile and nod and extract the best parts.
A belief that I have been groomed to accept the broken because I am destined for shards.