I know this sounds like a bit pathetic, whiny and repeitive but still.
My life has turned into hell on earth, when i look in the mirror I don't recognise myself.
I wish I didn't have needs, desires and decisions to make and why do I? why do we?
Half of mankind is probably going to hell, why are we here? it seems so sadistic. I wish I was never born and could go back to the edges of infinity where nothing exists? Why can't I? Why can't I give back my life, it doesn't feel like a gift but a curse. Our flesh is built to mess up, not once but again and again and once you slip it's easy to keep on slipping then bam welcome to hell.
When I was younger I used to think I would never live until 25 because life sucked. I am nearing that age now and I can't end my life because now I know God exists and that decision would lead to an everlasting hell.
God says I love you, I will strengthen you, I will heal your diseases, ask believing with faith and you will receive what you ask for. I have been asking for months, I have turned away from things which are illegal, from things which are sinful and there is little improvement in my situation. Why did God make man knowing he would suffer so much?
You are supposed to love God which all your heart but I can only fear him the way you fear an oppressive father or thunder. You can't really love it, you just respect it out of fear, how can you love with your whole heart something which enables you suffer, which dangles hope above your head but doesn't let you taste it.
Sometimes I think I belong in hell but then I think about the word eternity, the shape of it, the way in fans out continously and unrelenting and think no one on earth deserves that, even Charles Manson, noone has done on earth that which could match an eternity in hell.
I have tried to be a good christian girl but what's in my heart is in my heart right? There is no difference between letting it out and keeping quiet.
With life the good stuff does not level out the bad; there are probably more people going to hell than not, more people suffering on earth than not.
I wish so many things but most of all I wish I could hand back my life, say thank you but no thanks and go back to where I came from, wherever that was. I think it's cruel that I can't do that, why isn't there a third way? I didn't ask for my life
My life has turned into hell on earth, when i look in the mirror I don't recognise myself.
I wish I didn't have needs, desires and decisions to make and why do I? why do we?
Half of mankind is probably going to hell, why are we here? it seems so sadistic. I wish I was never born and could go back to the edges of infinity where nothing exists? Why can't I? Why can't I give back my life, it doesn't feel like a gift but a curse. Our flesh is built to mess up, not once but again and again and once you slip it's easy to keep on slipping then bam welcome to hell.
When I was younger I used to think I would never live until 25 because life sucked. I am nearing that age now and I can't end my life because now I know God exists and that decision would lead to an everlasting hell.
God says I love you, I will strengthen you, I will heal your diseases, ask believing with faith and you will receive what you ask for. I have been asking for months, I have turned away from things which are illegal, from things which are sinful and there is little improvement in my situation. Why did God make man knowing he would suffer so much?
You are supposed to love God which all your heart but I can only fear him the way you fear an oppressive father or thunder. You can't really love it, you just respect it out of fear, how can you love with your whole heart something which enables you suffer, which dangles hope above your head but doesn't let you taste it.
Sometimes I think I belong in hell but then I think about the word eternity, the shape of it, the way in fans out continously and unrelenting and think no one on earth deserves that, even Charles Manson, noone has done on earth that which could match an eternity in hell.
I have tried to be a good christian girl but what's in my heart is in my heart right? There is no difference between letting it out and keeping quiet.
With life the good stuff does not level out the bad; there are probably more people going to hell than not, more people suffering on earth than not.
I wish so many things but most of all I wish I could hand back my life, say thank you but no thanks and go back to where I came from, wherever that was. I think it's cruel that I can't do that, why isn't there a third way? I didn't ask for my life