When I was little, I believed in hell
I believed in a god, and it was wrong to rebel
I went to church, and I said my prayers
I had remorse for my sins,
Repented my swears
Every night, before I would sleep
I would say all my prayers
And silently weep
I remember I would ask god, everyday
Why my father could beat me and it was ok
I kept getting older, and started to see
That this so called god wasnt helping me
I dont understand and I dont think I will,
Why you get sent to hell, if yourself you would kill
If one is to take their own life, and you call it vain
Could you not see they have suffered their pain?
If say this god, is mighty and strong
Then why is it he let someones life go so wrong?
No controversy intended, but this is just how I feel at this point in my life
Ahhh
this poem made me think
i have felt those feelings before
and i am sure i will feel that way again
it is hard to believe that someone cares when everything is going wrong, but when one good thing happens, when there is a single moment when i feel as if i am truely not alone, that is when i feel god will save me, and in the end things will work out