Every inch of my life,
I always felt this way,
Trying my best to listen,
To believe like they do,
But I just never could,

Remembering when I was ten,
Dad always prayed with me,
Once I told him I'd do it on my own,
But I never did or had any intention,
I just wanted him to drop it,

Save me from my sins,
I remember saying that before,
But I never felt any better,
Just a bit more lonely,
And more forsaken from God,

Am I that evil to be ignored,
Does God hate me that much,
Should I end my life for him,
Was I born to burn in hell,
Is it wrong to ask all this,

I've passed the depression stage,
Certain events helped me,
And then I reached acceptance,
The possible God is my enemy,
So I'll never die until I win,

The past is all I really avoid,
So much pain I felt back then,
I was trying to fit in with them,
But I never liked their ideals,
All of them are disgusting,

Now here I am alive and talking,
I bet you all think I'm crazy,
But that religion is insane,
It never liked me at all,
Pride is what saved me!