Pray
I prayed the pain away.
I prayed the tears would stop falling.
I prayed the steady beat of my heart to fade into nothing.
I prayed the thought of my life is going no where would stop reoccurring.
I prayed to be lead in a direction.
I prayed to be set free.
I prayed to be understood.
I prayed to be heard.
I prayed to be loved.
I prayed to be deaf.
I prayed to be blind.
I prayed to be dumb.
I prayed that I could find something to believe in.
I prayed to find something I understood.
I prayed to find a reason to continue living.
I prayed to find you, yet again.
But I’m still praying.
If there was a God wouldn’t he at least send me a prayer to start believing.
I’m faithless because everything I’ve ever believed in let me down.
God is dead, he stopped caring awhile ago, like I did.
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