Losing Faith

Losing my faith, meant losing a dream, of meeting the people who lived in between. They lived before my time, but we shared a name. but thinking and being are never the same. Where was my angel, when I was falling down? Didn’t she hear me crying, as I fell to drown. In all the tears that fell from my eyes, and every time I scream. Why wasn’t she there, to show me what faith means? I never want to go back, to the place of hypocrites. They care about how they look, but don’t hold and kiss my wrists. How could they leave me, when all they preached was love? They can’t compare that place, to the pureness of a dove. Where was my angel, when I was falling down? Didn’t she hear me crying, as I fell to drown. In all the tears that fell from my eyes, and every time I scream. Why wasn’t she there, to show me what faith means? Where was my angel, when I was lying down? Didn’t they care about me, and where I chose to drown? In all the pills I took, to help soothe all my pain, where was my angel, to make me believe again?