you say he made us perfect,
but then tell me I'm not.
you say he loves us all,
but then leave me out to rot.
if he's so gracious, kind, and forgiving,
why does he make life so hard to keep living?
if he was so perfect like you all say he is,
I wouldn't have these scars on my thighs and my wrists
I want to believe you, I really really do
but I asked for forgiveness, and all he said was fuck you.
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2023 01:02
- Comment from author about the poem: so, funny story. I'm not dead, hows everyone?
- Category: Religion
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Comments3
Thanks for surviving. Iām ok I got work later so that sucks
glad that you decided to stay š
Glad your alive. I did the exact same thing. Still do
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