Unremorseful reality

My self was lost in her overburden mind, searching for a reason to be forgiven, she did nothing, but she was condemned, hampering me to breathe and restrained my thoughts to flow through my head to consume the reality and use it to stitch a combination between my makeshift sanity and my fantasy to create the final chapter of my unnamed, unexplored story, but the book was shattered by the unremorseful reality and I became lost and tarnished with the screams of my own mind. I tripped over my soul and watched as the bane peeled away the sane part of it, shredding it into small pieces that were stitched up to my fretful phantom, it was an unthinkable and unexplained phenomenon. The combined world failed to compensate with this chaotic mess and faded away, leaving me hollow and empty, grieved and twisted into myself, not understanding why this happening to me, but few words rang into my ears, singing into my wasted mind, that my sins cannot be forgiven or abandoned, leaving me to live with this abyss to endure and rot there, not giving me a chance to speak or atone my sins.