The Heathen

I'm a heathen.

I used to go to church with my parents.  My family was strictly christian. Church every Sunday. No excuses. I believed in God with every fiber of my being. I would pray when I needed comfort, read scriptures when I needed to hear reassuring words. Religion was my comfort, my reason to exist. Because God had a plan for me, and I trusted in his plan. Sometimes I would think about what he could have planned out for me. Good friends, a beautiful wife, a music career. It made me excited. But when I turned sixteen and met...him...I knew I could never have any of those things. My life turned upside down. I was depressed, I was suicidal. And if God loved me, if God was real, he wouldn't want me to feel this way. He wouldn't have made the world so dark. I no longer found reassurance in the once comforting words of the Bible. I stopped going to church. I stopped believing. I became a heathen.