I don’t want to live, Lord.
I want to thrive.
Why are you keeping me here
And alive?
What need I do
That I haven’t done yet?
How do I heal
From this pain?
I’m beset
On all different sides by the
Notion I’m real.
It’s hard not to buy with the
Pain that I feel.
If I’m the creator,
Creating this pain,
Then why can’t I create a
Well me again?