At the edge of the bed, he sits and cries, he has to confess this time. Being a youth-pastor is not just part time. this is his life.. no matter how much he loves her he cannot carry on with a lie...
I can not believe what he did to me the truth is to hard to see.. dont wanna fight cant carry this cross all i wanna do is die.
The scars on my arm in nothing compared to the scars he left on my heart.Feeling so lost no one can hear my desprete cry for help. Jesus i need to see you're love for me because it all feels so blurry. unable to breathe my mind wont set me free forever choking on him..
This is the end of a year long battle feelinhg shattered by the confessions of a youth pastor..
