Anonymous
Beloved of All
I think lord you want me to commit suicide.
I feel my prayers hit a brick wall.
As I am, I don't believe you want me to be happy.
I think you love who I am trying to escape from more than me.
I feel worthless; I don't believe you are forgiving me.
You know what is precious to me, what's the point of teaching them to pray? How can they have faith when it all seems useless? Yet, I know it's a gift, and I believe.
What's the point? I have been praying for about four years to be set free from my abuser. Thanks, lord, for the childhood abuse too.
Thanks for allowing this suffering.
Sick, wicked; I think I'll go masturbate for comfort.
I feel my prayers hit a brick wall.
As I am, I don't believe you want me to be happy.
I think you love who I am trying to escape from more than me.
I feel worthless; I don't believe you are forgiving me.
You know what is precious to me, what's the point of teaching them to pray? How can they have faith when it all seems useless? Yet, I know it's a gift, and I believe.
What's the point? I have been praying for about four years to be set free from my abuser. Thanks, lord, for the childhood abuse too.
Thanks for allowing this suffering.
Sick, wicked; I think I'll go masturbate for comfort.
