Why Me, God?

Letter 9

Dear God,

It hurts.

It hurts everywhere.

I had to be admitted to the hospital.

I will have to stay here until I get better.

That is if I do get better.

I have been here for about a week.

The nurses run tests.

They give me useless treatments.

That make me even more sick.

I told them that I want to stop.

They said I can't stop the treatments.

What they don't know is that I meant my life.

Why me, God?