God…
What happened to Your people's love?
Because I'd rather be going under,
If this is what's sent from above.
These Christians that we're supposed to know
By their love
Just preach and rant and scream
Of…
Things I do not understand.
They say I'm lost, I'm dead,
I'm dammed.
(Gee, how kind.)
They make my personal hell
Fifty times as bad
Now I've lost my sanity
I've gone mad.
Somehow, somewhere,
In their minds,
Making a cutter like me feel bad,
Is supposed to make it fine.
I don't want their screaming.
I can't stand the pain.
Where is their love?
Have they all gone insane?
It amazes me how much
I depend on my knife
But then again, I have to,
With these Christians in my life.
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Author's Note: Okay, don't kill me for this, let me explain.
All the people who have ever beat me up, called me names, stolen something of mine, or ripped up my homework have all been Christians. Always. And all the people who make fun of my cutting and tell me I'm a lost cause are, once again, Christians. So this is just a little rant to the world of mine.
Flame away.