I let you go away
To let you come along
I let you to kill yourself
To be alone
I'm going through
My sins so proud
Being the owner of my soul
And then
I want to know
Are you still there
Behind my door?
And then I wish
To believe
That you are there still
But I'm afraid
You do not exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is so easy to have doubts when each religion teaches something different. My own faith often gets a little weak at times.