Chapter seven

My worst enemy

Is god himself

For he has betrayed me

Right when I needed him

Most

I dream of

The grave I dug for you

It’s a haunted place

And I never left it

There is just no reasonable explanation in religion. We suffer and suffer, we hope for something, someone to hear us in our downfall, but in the end, it does not save us from the course of life, It’s just luck. To find love and happiness, it’s dumb luck. Nothing has ever been promised and it truly is terrifying, because they did not hear me. Asking for forgiveness, asking to not take this away from me, asking to be saved and asking to be heard, I’m not suprised there never was an answer anymore

Because if God were to exist

I would not care to go to heaven.