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Dear God,
You threw me on this earth without any form of protection
Now I stand examining myself, discovering permanent bruises
Slowly I realise I’m crumbling, stumbling, slipping, falling
Without someone to catch me, so here I ask you a simple question
Can you call me back and fix this traumatized soul?
Please, because I call for some solitude, some mending
Perhaps you could sow my heart back together
To put right all that pain I had to endure
Maybe you could use some dye on my blue and purple bruises
Don’t forget the never ending pain killers because I hurt like hell
Perchance you could use some stitching on those cuts engraved on my arms
I think you could give me a true friend in exchange for all the fakes
I’m trapped in this location calling upon my removal
You flung me here in the direction of repulsive beasts,
Who have shredded my dreams and ate every morsel of my soul
Who spit, laugh and do not let me act upon my hopes
Who fill me with my insecurities which try to eat me alive
I beg you take me threw or remove this blanket of pain
I can’t find a place where I can sit and dry my eyes, which are not fit to see
Please grant me freedom, take me threw or plant my feet back on the ground
So many times I’ve stayed up at night asking you to show me the light
I’ve always got back up when tormentors threw me down without reasoning
But this time I’ve hit the ground, can’t get up, don’t want to get up
I’ve played the fool so many times, won’t you switch my role?
This planet I call home has robbed me of my dreams
These people I once labelled as my friends have neglected me
This game identified as life has overflowed me with hurt
My truth I am not capable of locating on this riotous earth
My mind I cannot control, my actions I can not justify
I know there’s more to this world, got to be more than luxurious living
There ought to be more undiscovered past times than continuous sinning
We all have endless knowledge on the righteous way but refuse to put it to use
I’m stuck here standing in the mist of killers addressing them as my friends
I’m here falling deeper into a bottomless pit, with no knowledge of my situation
Hopelessly admitting to you that I have no idea on how to deal with life
Everything which I once knew as wrong is now classified as right
With nowhere to run to, happiness now is now positioned out of sight
This is my letter addressed to you telling you I admit defeat
Take me threw because it’s obvious I can’t stand on my own two feet

By Lena Arshad

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