Dear God,
Where are you? Aren't you supposed to protect me? Be there for me? Where were you when I was pushed into the mud? When I ran to the bathroom with tears running down my muddy face? When I slammed the stall door, and pulled out that blade? I hate hurting, and no matter how many times I pray, your never there for me...
Where were you when I started making myself throw up after eating because I think I'm fat? Where were you when those voices came into my head, telling me to kill myself? You're never there....where were you, God, when my dad molested me and my mom called me a whore? I read the Bible today...it said you gave your only son for us. But...if that's so, why can't you make him come down like that? I need you...
God, Where are you? I hate my life. I want to die so much...can you please kill me? This life is worthless...
I cut, Im schizophrenic, I'm anorexic, I have anxiety, I cry, I try suicide....why am I here?
Dear God,
I'm meeting you today. I've tied my jump rope to a pipe in my basement and stood on a chair. I'm not crying, because I've wasted to many tears on these shameless, horrible people on this dying, crumbling earth. I don't deserve this...so I've kicked the chair out from under me and now I'm struggling for breath. It feels oddly comforting, but it hurts at the same time. My eyes close and my breathing stops. My shattered heart is now at peace. Hello, God. Its nice to meet you.
