I feel Oh God,
that I am on a level,
where we can talk to eachother,
however we want.
So I ask you.
Why did you let me do it?
Why did you not show me,
how hard it would?
You Let me give,
my life to you,
and yet you did not ask me,
if I was sure.
You know I am not,
the type of person to except help.
You know I have trust issues.
You know I had seizures,
and you know that I was never,
the outspoken type.
Yet you allowed me,
to ask for your salvation.
I try to make light of it,
but the burden is to heavy.
All it takes is one more stress,
and that will be the straw,
that breaks the camel\'s back.
I get so angry with you sometimes,
because you rarely give me,
a straight answer.
When will this end?
If you send me a friend,
how I know if I can trust them?
As I said,
I feel that I,
am on a level,
where I can express myself to you.
Nevertheless,
(I sigh)
you are God,
and I chose you.
I know I can,
express myself to you.
Be that as it may,
I suppose,
you ARE there for me.