Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I have not done my job — at least not properly. I have not protected the vulnerable, I have not supported the weak, I have not saved my soul. I have, as you expected, done wrong.
I have hurt the people around me, I have ignored my responsibilities.
I am trying my best, and yet, I keep failing. I have tried to change, but life keeps changing me. I am, without a doubt, in pain, for the pain that I have caused to the others.
My father used to tell me “don’t worry Matty, it’s not about how you take a punch, it’s about how you get up”. I have missed my father, as I have no one to ask advice from.
My city is in shambles, and my relationships are crumbling. My practice is… well basically a failed company, and my sanity is being gone every day.
I know what my friends need from me, I know why this city needs me, but all I can see is my failure, after failure, after failure.
No, Father, I will not give up, I will not step down, I will not… loose myself.
Every night, I go outside, just to feel something, just to feel the cold. And right there, I can hear people’s prayers, asking for help, from a God that does not answer, and a city that always kicks them down.
I shall be there, when they need me, even if it means it will cost my sanity, or my life itself.
I'm not seeking penance for what I've done, Father. I'm asking forgiveness for what I'm about to do. And what I am about to do, will surprise God himself.
— Matthew Michael Murdock