Dear God,
Are you listening?
I'm calling your name.
Please answer soon,
I am almost insane.
Why is our world evil?
or at least my life.
Why did you make me
born into fights?
Why do you make it hard
for me to pray?
All I see is fires.
I do not think that's okay.
Help. Me. Please.
I'm giving my all
to keep from giving up
and hanging like a doll.
I wish to not possess
the devil in my soul.
Your fallen angel,
is taking me all.
I love you really,
I honestly do.
But you never helped
me, when I needed you.
So please remember me
and please, please, don't laugh.
Dear God, please help me!
Give me another chance.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
