God, I Swear I'm Sorry

The night is quiet we've turned down the lights my family and friends are laughing with glee and talking about life. and all I can think is how horrible I am I am making dinner for everybody mac n cheese with hot dogs and all that surrounds my mind is how I've disappointed God He has swept me in His arms and has kept me safe from God knows what, and all I do is hate myself why do I hate myself? why do I punish the God I do not know by cutting the words out of my skin? my Lord, my Father, if you can hear my plea; I did not mean to destroy your divine creation. I just wanted to make dinner.