Your sick games

So now I'm broken and hurt
I feel guilty and ashamed,
Oh perfect lord above
How could you be blamed?

The sick joke I am,
The games I must play
the pain that you bring me,
Each and every day

So what if I'm stronger?
I can't enjoy being brave,
You'll just push me back over
Until I rest in a grave

The beauty's of the world
Must be hiding so well,
Another lie that you left us
Down here in hell

Why don't I end this?
With the help of a blade
Because I do loving playing,
Your sick charade