I quit praying and lost my friend.
I quit reading and no longer heard his voice.
I quit raising my hands.
I quit holding on to hope.
I quit trusting.
I quit singing.
I quit writing.
I quit loving.
I quit living.

I quit running for I had no where I could go.
I quit blaming others and it was my fault anyway.
I quit fighting those who loved me.
I quit believing satan’s lies.
I quit holding on to guilt and shame.
I quit trying to medicate my pain.
I quit being silent.
I quit doubting.
I quit believing that my acts of worship had to be felt first.
I quit leaning on myself.
I quit hating.
I quit dying.