Sin

Today is just awful, rainy and cold, my heart is heavy, I have no one to hold.  Why does God push us to breaking? Why am I so sad an aching?

I feel dead inside, nothing left but an outer shell, an ending in the making.  Why should I stay here in this hell?  Why not just cash out and ring my bell?

I keep trying to fight, look to the future surely good is insight.  Why can't I get up like all the other times?  Why does this one feel like the last rhyme?

Well I think I'm done, folding my hands, turning in, guess there is a point where a person breaks, gives up, commits a horrible sin.