Would you extend your holy hand to save a wretch like me? Would you bow your graceful head for someone who wants to believe? Would you bat an eye if I lay my life at your feet? Or are the hallowed halls of your domain only for the elite? Would you light up the sky if I asked for a sign? Can you spare any love for someone of my kind? I'm done with this life, praying it gets better after. I crave to trade in my tears for laughter. It's a lot to ask, in fact I don't know how I dared...but honestly, I'm just scared. I'm one of the many, who never prayed till I fell. I've never believed in heaven, but I know I'm going to hell.
Love, a depressed athiest