Dear God

Dear God

I’m asking you a favour,

For which I don’t deserve.

I have never prayed or asked for help,

But today I have the nerve.

I have never been religious,

Nor had any belief.

Could this be why I suffer so?

And take on all this grief?

Will you read all of these words I beg?

And pity my requests?

Can I rely on your forgiveness?

Or will you love me less?

I need to know if there is hope,

In this torn and shattered soul.

Will I ever find some happiness?

To fill is this grieving hole?

Will I descend much deeper?

Before I lose my way?

Surrounded by this doom and gloom,

Which appears is here to stay.

Will I find my confidence?

And the strength to help it bloom?

Will I reclaim normality?

Or will my nightmare loom?

My life is draining from me,

My energy wearing thin.

Trying to keep this life afloat.

But will I ever win?

I know I seem to ask a lot,

For the first time that I pray.

Believe me I will find my faith,

And pray to you each day.