worms

morning comes to early

most days i want to sleep

through the afternoon

i think of u and weep

i am so young

but who am i

without a heart and soul

those things i lack

dont give into

iv lost all self-control

im incapable of love

to give and to receive

my mother told me once

my pain was her relief

these bad days will soon be over

i think of that and smile

is this just God testing me

or like me is He a child

iv known for years

of these pains

my memories float back

i remember it all

before the fall

his motives: love they lack