I feel sick to my stomach, how could you I keep asking? You betrayed my trust which I already have issues with, enough to get the word TRUST tattooed to myself... You don't listen, your color blind only seeing in black and white.
I'm sick of crying and feeling bad about myself.
I'm sick of being scared about what darkness life is going to throw at me next.
Will time heal it, will space, will a new perspective change things?
You took things out of context and threw it in my face and I was to scared of it hurting more to realize that it wasn't what it meant!
Are you perfect? Do you not struggle or sin? I do, lots, I'm human.
I'm sick of religion, judgement. Who are you to say I am wrong or bad?
Do still love God and have a faith? YES. "If you don't believe the book your not a Christian." Well I don't want that label anymore!
I'm human I struggle, I make choices. I am free.
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