Desperation

There were times when my soul feels dark and dreary,
Because all the events that make me weary
Pile up in my soul, and the burden continues
To grow.

It dawned on me that woeful day
That I've never seen things in the right way
So when I lay down in my sleep, I can't help
But give up.

I know there's more to life than this
Of heavenly things, of perfect bliss.
But somehow I can't attain that feeling, somehow,
I'm lost.

Is there a way that I could take?
Is there a remedy I could make?
Is there a life that's more to this, a life
Worth living?

Oh, please answer my cry,
Because for the many times I will try,
I get lost and confused, and more likely so,
Judged.

You speak of this God who loves me,
A God who spoke my being to be,
But if you are the child of this God,
Why don't you love me so?

-Renata