"Therapy Session" NSFW
Afraid to ask why the struggle stays
Especially after the nights when tears went on parade
I used to beg my illusion for mercy
Its silence made me feel unworthy
So I ripped my knees harder gripping hands
Thinking that this will change things
Waiting for any type of reply
Nothing came but maybe I didn't try
And so the cycle began
Abused by my hope in the wind
*
Slowly my self esteem wore away
In church I sat thinking that everything negative was directed my way
Stupid sayings said but not believed
Said to fool myself hoping to achieve
The faith in a stranger that acts in stranger ways
Like not existing or showing up no matter what I might say
Dying silently waiting to be saved
Wishing that somehow my life could have been changed
Waiting for a hand to appear
Lied to by people saying angels are near
****
Still
Not everything can be explained
So every now and then we wonder about where we came
Acting so damn confident
We only find out who's right when the time has been sent
And if I am wrong
I still will stand strong
Refusing to believe that this is what love is
Where were the heavens when I needed repair
The greatest love didn't care
Even my enemies can be seen
So why shouldn't my greatest ally be in the scene
Oh it is the saddest idea of love totally mean
Will you dance upon the graves of those forgotten
While they suffer with no chance of comfort
AND THIS IS WHAT THEY CALL LOVE
I can't follow the evil hand of good
Torment allowed because our purpose misunderstood
Even I would cry for the hated
Another chance and maybe they too can make it
It's this
That has me thinking atheist
*
You are the one that failed
Unable to create excellence
I've read your words and I must say fuck your defense
I would have rather stayed in the silence of nothing
Than to be where I am counting the days until I quit
Frustrated and feeling inadequate
If I am filled with failure
What does that say about my imaginary creator
Know this
You better not really exist because if so
I'll rise up and make sure that you go
Into your own cage
See how you like living afraid
See how you like feeling dead
See how you like having a fucked up head
Where nothing make sense unable to accomplish
Loving yourself because you're too damn tired in need of rest
Kids
Looking with innocent eyes and I can't supply
What they want and barely meet their needs
Cause I'm so damaged I need weeds
To make it through the day and I could go to the doctor but I can't pay
The life of finding out that life isn't as beautiful for those that care left out
Hatred fuels the world and I'm trying not to get in line
But it's overtaking me slowly over this dark time
******
Everyone can't be on the top
Some of us just are born to drop
I tried to ignore my name on the list of rejected
But now that I'm older I find that I should respect it
My only regret is that I brought children into this world of shit
And my eyes do tear thinking of how they will survive in this pit
Locked in a world filled with evil smiles
Fuck the devil here fear the people and their wiles
So how can I be positive like they ask me
When I contaminate the people that I should make happy
Unable to look past reality
I'm not going to make it hearing voices calling out I'm weak
Fighting but loosing
Stopped taking my pills it helps me withstand the bruising
Fully awake and not drunk feet moving
Ready to find out the ending
It's apparent that my heart won't obtain it's needed mending
And with my tears
I hope that my loved ones will wipe away their fears
Unafraid to finally know that if their god does exist that bastard is a no show
To us
-
Comment by Edmond on December 1, 2010 at 11:59am -
Thanks Jean Marie. I must admit that I would like my work to be known. I want to be known as a name in poetry, more importantly, poetry for those who choose to think.
-
Comment by Edmond on December 1, 2010 at 12:39pm
-
Well thanks Neal :) I must admit that the posting here makes me feel better. I'm glad that other people can relate to what I feel.
-
Comment by Natasha Kenny on December 1, 2010 at 4:49pm -
My favourite poem.I wish they taught this poem and other poems like this in my school.
-
Comment by Edmond on December 1, 2010 at 5:17pm
-
Thanks Natasha :) They should, and then engage in debate without judging one another. I'm sure it would expose a lot of things.
Comment
What's new today
Forum
Why do atheists ask for so much proof to believe in God?
Started by Mercedes in Welcome to Think Atheist. Last reply by Richard E. Robertson 50 minutes ago. 543 Replies 0 Likes
Blog Posts
Salty Water = Proof for Creationism?
Posted by Teri G on May 24, 2013 at 2:29am 0 Comments 0 Likes
Events
Services we love
Check out our new mobile/tablet version of Think Atheist! www.ThinkAtheist.com/m
© 2013 Created by Morgan Matthew.
You need to be a member of Think Atheist to add comments!
Join Think Atheist