Atheist, alone, heartbroken
Who do I turn to? You have spoken
Fate wields its unjust axe
My heart shattered, about to collapse
Is there a shrink, priest, a surgeon?
That can repair my heart - broken, a still virgin
I am shunned out, cold and torn
You laugh yourself out, as I remain forlorn
Somebody kill me, rejection throbs
Stop the bleeding, with cotton swabs
A tortured soul, aching for salvation
A debt for some owed feeling, sensation
Fuck the world, it all seems the same
Same emo songs, same gossip over AIM
Moping I am not, solely stating a fact
But bleeding I am still, my starving tears intact
 
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