Please God....

If God can make me better

He can choose to make me well

Why won't He do it now?

I want out of this Hell
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If He can see it all

He can see that I'm in pain

And He can choose to help

He can choose to make me sane

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God hears everything

He hears me as I cry

He hears me as I scream

He knows I want to die

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God's fingers feel my scars

His eyes can see the blood

He hears it hit the ground

Dark red & thick, like mud

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So why has He not helped me?

Does He want me to live this way?

I just don't want to be like this

I can't stand it another day

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So God, if you are reading

My prayer is that you'll try

To help me mend my broken heaert

And hold me as I cry