Can't help but beg.

I'm all alone and living with my shame.
Instead of counting sheep I'm counting sins and holding blame.
In solitude I'm quiet and I'm cold.
With haunting echoes in my head of lies that I have told.
Stitch me father for I still have open wounds.
Cradle me for this house feals like a tomb.
I am on my knees.
I'm begging father please.
Deliver me from me.
Deliver me from this.
I'm kneeling and I;m broken.
I wait for one to kiss.