god why
God,
what the fuck erry time i need you
your never there
i pray every time im depressed erry time u take my family away
Man fuck this praying shit ive been trying so damn hard not to give up
but you stay taking forver to answer me my mom says ur never gonna answer me
since im walking with the devil but man fuck you i aint a devil worshipper
ive never seen u in my goddamn life how tf am i supposed to know that ur good
like what the fuck is wrong with you god why
would you be great if u made a devil worshipping world i never want to get it
People say god does things on his own time
what the fuck did u know jesus is black and that racist white people just painted it
and changed him into white thats how i know that this is fake man fuck my fate
this has to be a big fat lie yea i said what are you finna do my life already is hell
my mom started searching for foster homes to put me in then she had the nerve to say
that she stopped searching man everything in the bible needs to be erased fuck jesus fuck church
i dont believe i know this is gonna be a sin but u put everything bad in my life
man ur making people i care about constantly suffer i hate you for that
if u are real then give me advice come into my life and help me guide me
i still get taunted nightmares of hearing me screaming and crying when that fucking boy
cut up my throat and my pussy had me bleeding had me crying and in so much pain
yea my depression got cured that day cause i could never feel more pain than that
day i was locked in that room damn
AMEN! yk who tf i am
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