Acquiescence with Finesse

I’m lost in the rain

Can’t get out my head

Pills control my brain

I’m stuck in this bed

They say I’m inhumane

But I’m completely misread

My words are profane

Yet so full of dread

I can’t seem to refrain

Or take back what I’ve said

And I’m sorry for the pain

That I have seemed to spread

But I’m just trying to explain

That I’ve begun to look ahead.

I know I must abstain

Let go, cut the thread

I don’t want to feel disdain

Not a single shred

But the thoughts in my brain

Go on unsaid

Bottled up in my vein

So I released when I bled

If god knows my name

He can judge me when I’m dead.

Even if he chooses flame

It was your forgiveness I needed instead