Confession: I Was Never Meant to Be Saved

Maybe redemption isn't for everyone.
Some souls were born to wander the dark.

I was never meant to be saved.
I was never meant to be whole,
to be healed,
to be fixed.

I was meant to be broken,
to be dark,
to be lost.

I was meant to wander the shadows,
to live in the in-between,
to exist in the spaces where light can't reach.

I was never meant to be saved,
because I don't need saving.
I don't need fixing.
I don't need redemption.

I need to be broken,
because broken is beautiful,
because broken is real,
because broken is me.

I was never meant to be saved,
because I was never broken.
I was always whole,
just in a different way.

I was meant to be dark,
because darkness is beautiful,
because darkness is real,
because darkness is where I belong.

I was never meant to be saved,
because I don't want to be saved.
I want to be broken,
to be dark,
to be lost.

I want to wander the shadows,
to live in the in-between,
to exist in the spaces where light can't reach.

Because that's where I belong,
that's where I'm whole,
that's where I'm me.

So here's my confession:
I was never meant to be saved,
because I was never broken,
because I don't need saving,
because I'm perfect the way I am—
broken, dark, lost,
and beautiful.

I was never meant to be saved,
because I was meant to be me,
and me is broken,
and broken is beautiful,
and beautiful doesn't need saving.

I was never meant to be saved,
because I was meant to wander the dark,
to live in the shadows,
to exist in the in-between,
to be exactly who I am—
broken, dark, lost,
and perfect.

I was never meant to be saved,
because I don't need saving.
I need to be broken,
to be dark,
to be lost,
to be me.

And that's enough.
That's everything.
That's perfect.

I was never meant to be saved,
because I was never meant to be anything else
than exactly what I am—
broken, dark, lost,
and beautiful.

And that's enough.