Reformation
Can criminals ever be reformed?
Our dignity is stolen repeatedly and we do not even blink.
When you truly hate yourself, does that loathing ever disapear? Or is it just numbed somewhat by the love of others, when you have it... until you don't?
In between the love you give and the love you take is the place you hate.
It is neutrality. It is nothing. It is indifferent. Emotionless, but with a tendency towards tears.
I want to give up on reformation.
But He promises redemption in all things, as long as I have faith and live as He asks.
So that is what I have to strive to do. And I guess it's that simple.
And those who choose to live as criminals, do so at their own risk. And those who choose to live as criminals without weighing the consequences their actions have on themselves and people who love them, will eventually end up alone. Their relationships until then will be meaningless and empty.
But why must people like me love those criminals?
I wear my heart on my sleeve. And no matter how many times I have rough sex, and my clothes get ripped off and my heart gets forgotten about in the heat of the moment and trampled on, I NEVER LEARN.
Our dignity is stolen repeatedly and we do not even blink.
When you truly hate yourself, does that loathing ever disapear? Or is it just numbed somewhat by the love of others, when you have it... until you don't?
In between the love you give and the love you take is the place you hate.
It is neutrality. It is nothing. It is indifferent. Emotionless, but with a tendency towards tears.
I want to give up on reformation.
But He promises redemption in all things, as long as I have faith and live as He asks.
So that is what I have to strive to do. And I guess it's that simple.
And those who choose to live as criminals, do so at their own risk. And those who choose to live as criminals without weighing the consequences their actions have on themselves and people who love them, will eventually end up alone. Their relationships until then will be meaningless and empty.
But why must people like me love those criminals?
I wear my heart on my sleeve. And no matter how many times I have rough sex, and my clothes get ripped off and my heart gets forgotten about in the heat of the moment and trampled on, I NEVER LEARN.