
itsmeagain
The Risen (The Fallen)
- Jan 28, 2020
- 347
If you believe, I'm so happy for you.
God doesn't seem to want to talk to me except to mock me.
I don't feel his presence. I go into churches and I feel nothing. Only weird.
My life is playing games with me so bad that I have to believe in either bad luck, or a cruel God.
He's not here.
He isn't helping me.
He left me.
And I never even knew if I believed in the first place.
But if he's out there?
He's owes me an apology.
Because no God would temper the cancers of others, whilst simultaneously letting the holocaust happen
And letting me fall apart.
He's supposed to care about everyone.
What about me?
What about us?
God doesn't seem to want to talk to me except to mock me.
I don't feel his presence. I go into churches and I feel nothing. Only weird.
My life is playing games with me so bad that I have to believe in either bad luck, or a cruel God.
He's not here.
He isn't helping me.
He left me.
And I never even knew if I believed in the first place.
But if he's out there?
He's owes me an apology.
Because no God would temper the cancers of others, whilst simultaneously letting the holocaust happen
And letting me fall apart.
He's supposed to care about everyone.
What about me?
What about us?