Against All Odds

I'm trapped.

Bounded on my hands and knees.

The mountains too high,

Can't you see?

You'd think I'd do anything,

To be free.

*Wrong*

I don't like where I am

But that's where he put me.

You'd think there's nothing left to do,

Than go to the rhythm ofmy life's song.

*Wrong*

I've got faith the size

Of a mustard seed,

More like a speck of dust.

But I'm willing to keep believing,

If it be your will.

My heart beats, For you to use me one day.

You put me here.

Where I am.

So I can do your will.

With my last breath,
On this Earth. I'll thank you.

And I know for a fact,

That that's not wrong.....

 Because you help me

Against all odds

Criss-Cross

One.

*Sigh*

Two;

Breath finally released.

Perfect criss-crosses;

Blood dripping on my feet.

I'm feeling kinda woozy

At least I'm feeling no pain

Well,

Maybe a little faint.

Crazy me.

What have I done?!

Drip to drop.

Drop to drip.

What havve I done?!

What is it?

there is something I cannot remeber.

Why I felt the need to do this?

To release pain,

By making it?

Everytime I do this,

I risk an infection,

Justto feel,

A woozy perfection.

I feel like a failure.

So very useless.

But I refuse to fail this time.

Washing away the woozy blood perfume,

Leaving only behind,

The pink criss-crosses,

On my skin.