I lie in bed at night
knowing I am undeserving
of your hate and rage
willing to give over my love
trying to be faithful and true

yet my men weren't strong enough
to be truly desired
once they attain the unreachable
your dropped like a penny in the street
of no consequence

no more false truths
my heart has died
you have broken me
once a strong proud woman
I am a shell of a person
wandering through life blind

to the hate and rage I can no longer feel
under a hail of stones
that cannot harm me
for no longer do I care
if you stop and stare

I wear a scarlet letter
sewn into my breast
each night it is torn off and restitched on
to remind me how I failed
to be who I am
I am nothing
to anybody
once I die
will have atoned for my sins

for my god sees me
my moon and stars
forsaken i am
my soul scattered to the wind
given away too much of myself
what's left is my ghost
that cannot absorb the hate and lies
no more tears can I cry

the only path to my salvation
will I find as I take my last breath
which I lie in bed and await
peaceful once again

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