Poem Day 3: Dear God

Dear God, when I was ten I questioned your existence People told me I’ve lost my way I’ve been corrupted They ask where is my faith? Dear God, when I was fourteen I had scars on my arms and thighs I was waiting for my last sigh Before finding a blade I bowed and prayed …

If I Die Young

If I die young, please dry your tears If I die young, please carry my words If I die young, please wear white Know that I’m safe and I’ve lived a life in short experiences Smile when you’re walking through those church doors I believe in a God that carried me out of my misery …