The Weight of My Crimes

Heavy heartedly I heave myself into Hell, in hopes I can fill this hole, to be whole. I am guilty for my sins. I have hurt many, and in homes created havoc, wrecked households and like a harlot, I've had my fun, and when I've had enough, hightailed away from it all.

Help was hardly helping, and I had hid my hideous face from holy harolds, trying to escape my own headache.