A Sick,sinning Daughter

Inspired by the women at the well gospel

Depression makes the impression
Creating a wider bridge
Is it just pretension
Are you trying to quietly move out of reach
if its over tell me
if you are struggling for release
say the word and I will cut you free
I hate the games
Only one have I allowed to drive me insane
I pray Please Lord help from this depression we must escape
Nothing is perfect
I feel this thirst
Please Sir give me water
I am still your sick, sinning daughter
I crave happily ever after
How can I be a nun when the erotic spirit is claiming the chapter
I don’t know what to do
i am so lost and blue
everyone has their dream come true
but he just keeps me tied too
when he said I have a crush on you
Its nice but why go home to his wife
oh please cut this soul string with your knife
even though it makes me cry for a life time
why cant you be what I want you to be
but if you were
Would I still know you the same
would the touch have that same ache
would the butterflies truly fly away
oh please Lord save us from this depression game
I am so lost and the sun shines yellow after the rain
he called me on his way home to her
but what poem would she write
i am ashamed
yet nothing can take him away
he is mine for life
get it through your mind
i am not waiting for that day
I know God hears me when I pray.
Please Lord Sir give me water
So i never hunger still like a sick, sinning daughter.