Astray (incomplete)

A captured soul never set free,
All deep emotions suddenly flee,
Never again will I feel within,
The way I felt when I committed that sin.

Rope so long, a blade so sharp,
The sound of death was like a harp,
A tourniquet I did not use,
To stop this self-inflicted abuse.

Hide away in the dark,
With the children I did not lark,
Age 8 or 9, I can't be sure,
But that was when I opened the door.

My secret kept all safe and sound,
And my wrists in my head I bound,
A turn of a key and a twist of fate,
For this girl, it is too late.

A loaded gun, a prayer too short,
Only my life I had to abort,
Nothing sacred, just a birth so lonely,
A rebellious girl, far from Holy.