Get out. You have made me destroy myself, eat myself alive. You have made my alienate myself from my friends, family, and countless others who I may of encounter one day. You have made me so many ugly things, most importantly separate me from God. No more. I WILL run to the one who can heal me and restore me. I will rest in him and not my strength. Prayer will be my best connection to my God in the sky. My name is in the book of life and I will be violent in inheriting the kingdom. This will be a slow and painful death. Peace…my crown of grace awaits.