Pray for me

If you can read this poem,
would you pray for my soul,
for I fear that my sins,
have taken their toll.

With the kiss of a blade,
lost my innocence,
on the flesh of my wrists,
been scars ever since.

I cover it up,
but I know that it's there,
it disturbs me at night,
and troubles my prayer.

I love my God,
and my God is love,
but I feel so far away,
from Him up above.

So far down i suffocate,
I cry and I scream,
I drown in the black,
that lives in my dreams.