I had always been unsure,
Questioned but never dared speak aloud –
The doubts that I feared
Would leave me in the black pit
I had been flung into.
The other seemed so…
Sure.
Filled to the brim with faith,
While I merely got the leftover
Remnants that no others wanted.
I wanted to ask them so many things.
How do you believe so surely?
Why is it so obvious to you that He exists?
While I find it hard to grasp the concept
Of who “He” really is.
Will I go to hell
If I can’t believe as easily as you do?
Will I got to hell
If I don’t know what to believe?
I don’t want to go to Hell.
I don’t want to go to Hell.
I believe, I swear I believe.
I promise I’ll pray everyday,
And I’ll go to mass every Sunday.
Trying to believe.
Please don’t let me go to Hell.
I want to live.
Dear God,
Please let me live.
