What the hell did I just do?
I've finally done it.
Once everyone hears,
my barrier will be gone.

I made myself vulnerable.
Allowed them to hear my poetry.
My poetry,
which is mine.
My poems are for me.

Now...
Now they will all see my insides.
All the pain.
All the tears.
All the...me...

All the me,
which I did not want them to see.
All the me,
which I have spent years hiding.
All the me,
which no one wants to see.

I have finally done it...

****.

People ask me why I do not believe in God, so this isn't a poem just an explanation for my borderline-blasphemous atheist views. All over the world people suffer: children are abused, women *****, men tortured. Yet people still trust a happy grandfather up in the skies to make their lives perfect. Yeah, people say that heaven is this great place but why do people on earth have to suffer to get there? Okay, some religions believe in sinning, but isn't it a sin to watch as 4,000 children die every single day just because they don't have enough water?  If there actually turns out to be a God, I would honestly rather rot in hell for eternity than sit up there being happy whilst people down here suffer...

So yes, I do not believe in an omnibenevolent God that sits in the skies, because if he loved everyone then why let his "children" suffer?

To know love one must be willing to know pain