Does he exist, I say to myself.
He doesnt seem to be. Does he truly watch over me?
Does he see my tears, splashed on my face?
Does he truly guide, and help our ways?
Does he know the pain I feel inside?
Does he see the way I want to cry?
Do I believe That he exists, after no light shining through?
Does he see the fist closed on my heart?
Does he see that I feel pain from the start?
Does he exist, I say to myself.
I don't know. But my Hearts on the shelf.
It fell apart, after all the shame.
Somehow I am alive, all the same.
;My emotions roam, they wildly roar!
My thoughts go quiet, but they still snore.
How am I still here today?
Guess I am stronger than what I thought I held at bay.
The stress I feel, it hurts my back.
I may be strong, but it is faith that I lack.
I am losing control, of my very own life.
I ask of our lord, to take off my strife.
I pray on my knees, and wait for a sign.
Does he exist? The answers sublime.
He must love me now, For the sun still does shine.
Do not forget he is there for you.
He does exist. And this, I promise is true.
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Hey there
First of all, I'd just like to say how much I enjoyed reading this. I find myself asking the same questions sometimes. I like your word usage, structure, and formation. One thing you could probably work on is to make sure all the words fit together in a nice, consistent style. Good luck on your writing!
-BiancaLU
Thankyou
I completely get how you feel. For some time I have been questioning the exsistence of god as my conscience formed. I go to church every Sunday worrying like crazy if god will let me in to haven- that is, if there is heaven. I feel so guilty if I even consider not believing god, then I think: what if I have nothing to worry bout? Why am I so worried about something that doesn't exsist? Yet it does. I get so confused
I am so happy that someone agrees and understands. I am Mormon, so I feel obligated. It gets confusing sometimes.
You know after reading this, I see that my rhyming is askew. Definitely something I need to work on.