The Truth of Sex And Despair

Sex is a drug that my body can handle.
Sex is the thing that helps me to forget, and repair;
The damage done by my despair.
Even though,
I know it is a sin.

Humans were born to sin.
We all will die, life is short.
Might as well take out the pin,
That is tying us down.
To take out the knife, that someone stabbed into the skin.
To pretend that everything is fine, and smile to hide the truth within.

Why did daddy have to go?
Why does mommy hate me so?
Why is it, I'm still so apathetic?
Why are my friends so pathetic?
Why I'm still writing in this thing?

Why does the touch feel so good?
I know that I love it, what can I do?
I know it is a sin.
Maybe I'll see you in hell,
I bet you'll be first.

Why are all my rights still so wrong?
Why are my words sounding like a song?
But how much, will the sins prolong.

This world hates me.
I once again, turn to sex.
So I can finally be,
Even for just one-second.

I can be, happy.