I don't believe in God (but i belive that you're my saviour)

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I spent nights in my room praying
I spent days in fields of grass hoping
Save me
I wanted salvation
I wanted a meaning for my fragile existence
I prayed for you to take me away
I prayed for The cure
I prayed to be taken from the world
I prayed for you to fix me
To be reassured
I prayed for a sign
One that never came
What God could create someone determined for hell
What God could deny me the help
My therapist would never understand
But what could I tell a therapist without them telling the people I love
I'm fixed without a cure
My fragile existence is cracking
But what good is this fragile existence when I want to believe in that oh so great higher power that created me to burn
I don't want to go to hell
I want to be fixed I need that fanned cute
But what is a dumb fucking gender fluid lesbian supposed to with the cards they've been dealt
I pray
I pray to God
But I don't believe in God
But maybe you could be my saviour
Is it possible to have religious trauma without growing up around it
In some ways I didn't
My family were never believers
But I tried to be
I prayed to be fixed so that could have that faith
The comfort of a power being above me in strength
I prayed to be taken in the night so I wouldn't have to do it myself
I prayed
Save me
Cure my fragile existence
Save me

Hello!!,
Sorry that it's been a while but to be fair i don't really know who I'm meant to be talking to here because nobody's really reading this book but I'm doing it for myself so fuck that. I hope you enjoyed this one because it was quite a personal write for me (kinda a vent? Idk if it can be counted as that but yeah) also im sick right now so thoughts and prayers would be appreciated.

Have an amazing day,

Author<3
(Maybe they'll be a name reveal one day I haven't decided yet lmao)

Word count: 363

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