God, Why

God, can I ask you a question? I know you give the hardest challenges to the ones you think can get through it. But why me? What if I’m not strong enough to play your waiting game? What if I don’t want to play anymore? This is my life, and you’re toying with it. Why? I’m not religious. But I’m asking you, from the bottom of my confused soul. Why? I’ve been through enough. I’ve gotten the short end of the stick since I was born. Why are you doing this to me? I’m not strong enough for this war zone. This war zone that is inside of me, setting fire to my lungs, singeing my muscles, engulfing my organs. I’m burning inside and no one can see that but you. So if you’re this wonderful person that gave life to the world why’d you give me the wrong one?