My throat is aching from holding the silent screams in.
My eyes are glossed over with anger.
How can this be God's plan for me?
How can I grasp God's hand and rewrite what He wrote?
A broken woman shouldn't have been what He wanted.
I'm falling down further in a pit of despair and how dare you not put your hand out to catch me.
I'm begging you to hear me.
Hear my prayers.
I'm crying out to you.