I got some religious trauma.
Praying father save me from me
With cries that were never heard.
Whilst I was brewing self-hatred.
It was my fault, all of my pain.
Because I was told that we all are.
Just the worst pieces of beings.
I don't know what I did so wrong.
Just for existing I was damned.
I couldn't understand why you.
Wouldn't listen when I prayed.

I prayed and prayed again.
Why would I not be heard if.
I actually wanted to serve better?

My sins made me hate myself.
Wishing you were proud of me.
Thinking I just wasn't enough.
Didn't pray enough, try enough.
I felt a weight on my shoulder.
Led me to days I was shaking.
While doing normal activities.
Took a knife one day and I.
Closed the door to be alone.
As I contemplated on myself.
Brought it closer to my arm.

Crying tears that were endless....