• Dear God,

    This is called a Confession. I haven't prayed as much as I promised I would. I haven't basked in your glory as stated in your scriptures. I haven't fallen prey to my sins and drown in my lies.

    Do you even hear me?

    Are you even there?

    God, I can call you god, right? What about those times when I do pray, when the troubles of life become to hard and I am drowning.Gasping rather for that air that is constricted from my lungs. Where are the hands that grasp mine in comfort? What about those times when I am alone and your voice I seek, but I only hear demons that creep? Dragging this depression into Hallucination, Are you even there?

    Can you hear me god?

    I am crying for this pressure that you weigh on everyone else, the fright you place in others, the fear of god...or rather the fear of death.

    When I die are you to reject me from those gates? Was my words not loud enough over everyone elses, why do you get to be a bystander while I am dieing in my own hands and suffering with the troubles of my youth?

    God, this is called a lie.

    I know you exist because I feel you in my heart- I think I feel you...almost.

    God,this is your child, your love-I am shaped in your image, and yet I burn at the stake for the sins of my people. The fires will consume me as would the fires from hell swallow my soul and allowing it to shrivel away.

    Do you hear me?

    Do you even care?