Dear God
Dear God,
It's me again your broken child.
I never could figure out this thing called life.
No matter how much I give mentally physically and financially.
It's never enough.
I'm all ways back stabbed and under appreciated.
Why can't I just meet somebody like myself.
To love me and understand me and truly wants me for me.
And understand when I withdrawal from the world its only because I'm dying in the inside, and not because I'm being nasty.
I tried. I don't want to be here. I never did.
All I can think is this has to be my parents karma
out doing me. It's not far.
Im broken and weak and feeling down.
I keep pushing myself putting smiles on people's faces.
While I'm dying in the side
anxiety won't stop racing
depression keep showing its ugly face.
But nobody cares to do the same for me. I'm alone.
God , the village you gave me,
you took back home with you to heaven
no dought where they belong .
So here I sit alone and and dying
mentally physical socially financially dying,
and deteriorating.
God please forgive me and take me home with you to.
I just want to bury my face and your arms and chest
and cry. Where I can truly be at peace and be safe
and left alone to rest with you Lord
Jesus smiling at your face
Amen
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