I am not very religious
And there are many reasons for that
I cried and asked for help
But it feels like He doesn't care.
I went to church
The doors were closed.
How can the church's door be closed?
Isn't this His house?
Doesn't He want me in?
Am I such a plague
He treats me like a brat
An insignificant little rat
I drink
I cut
I binge
I purge
Excuse-me,
I can't help it when I feel the urge
"Where are you, God?"
I asked Him so many times
Isn't it odd
Have I committed so many crimes?
The fires of hell
Already burned all my face
I kept asking for help
But my bruises wouldn't fade.
Well, maybe He's fake
Amen.
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