Losing My Religion
Looking left and right
Shaking
Your face hurting with how hard you’re squinting your eyes
tears feeling like daggers but falling like raindrops
off of that pained face
onto that pained body
.
It hurts so much
waking up angry
holding back screams on the bus
because no one there deserves to feel your pain
the same way you do
you don’t know if it’s possible for anyone to feel that pain
not the same way you do
.
The storm is constantly brewing inside
it doesn’t look like it’s going to blow over this time
no one knows what a storm is
no one to talk to about this
.
You find yourself banging on God’s chest while he tries to hug you
you find yourself being mad at the plants and rocks
simply because God made them
you find those dagger raindrops when you try to think of anything else
it’s so much more but it’s nothing
and it hurts so much