My bra has loose threads

And my hair falls out so much that I have to pull clumps out of my hairbrush

And my acne isn't getting better even when I wash my face every night and every morning

I forget to make my bed sometimes and I forget to pray to God.

And when I do pray I don't know if it changes anything

Because when I was little I prayed for strength and love and family

And God has taken things from me

He first took my strength 

And then he decided to take my love

And with that he took my family

So I don't know what to feel when I say Amen

I don't know if God hears me say "Dying is better than not living, so please God let me live."

I don't know if he cares enough to listen.

 

"Dear heavenly father,

I am bruised and shaken.

You held me up to see the sun,

But I was blinded by the light.

You walked with me on the sand,

But I never turned around.

So, how could I have known?"