Dear God, if you even exist

Please don’t resist, I have a lot to wish.

Why did you make me this way?

I don’t think I or any other human

Deserve a life like this.

I’m paranoid, self-destroyed

Dear God, believe me. I’m sorry for whatever I did.

I cry and I cry and sometimes I don’t even know why.

I cry and I cry and this fear becomes my home.

My precious home.