I'm tired of pretending
To be something I'm not
Even when I try not to, its just very hard
I pray and pray, if there is a God
Why do these things happen to me?

I know I have friends, but they cannot share
The grief and dispair that I feel
No one will know, what I feel
Until its almost too late
I wish I could do something
To stop this pain
God knows, that I've tired before.

Talking doesn't help
It just hurts even more.
Maybe I'm meant not to live, maybe I am.
People are so sure, that there is a God.
Where was God when I broke down unable to get back up?