Lord,

Please help my friends
Help them to know I care
If their life ends
Help them to know how much they mean to me
How they fill my depressing life with glee

Help my enemies
to know that I don't hate them
I'm actually probably jealous of them
Their lives are perfect
In ways that mine is not
It seems as though everything is wrong right now
How did it get that way? how?
I used to like my life
All of it's drama and strife
Are new to me
I'm sure this is all a part of your plan
Though, I don't understand
Why is it so miserable now?
Only you know
I'll keep that in mind
I think, eventually, I'll be fine
you everything else that I won't say out loud
so for now, ciao!