It’s a cause that makes me suicidal. It’s all the same to me just comic books and bibles. The righteous man wasn’t right he was just a man. I gripped onto faith but it shattered in my hand. Goddamn the hand that holds back the man. So I razor blade the truth to gut out the facts. I didn’t find proof so I sat back and laughed. All the will that I wasted and the hope that it took, they still talk about god like they read it in a fucking book. Goddamn the hand that holds back the man. Dear god, don’t walk away we need to talk about this and all the unheard prayers and the childhood I missed. I wonder why you won’t answer me. Then I realize you don’t exist.