Tears stream down my face as my voice trembles with pain, yet my disintegrated voicebox goes unheard.

Barcoded lines on my wrist reveal years of relentless anguish, but when scanned, you dismiss them as worthless, just like my life.

Voices within my heart blare words sharper than an obsidian blade, forged by the agony that consumes me. I find myself trapped in a pit of despair, drowning in disappointment.

Day after day, my prayers mingle with tears, tracing rivulets upon my face while I bind my hands together like wax. Yet, my cries go unnoticed, lost in the echoing void of silence.

I lay my tears upon heaven’s floor, kneeling at the gate, screaming for help. On bleeding knees, I wait for an answer, offering prayers upon prayers, clutching onto fading faith.

But my tears remain unheard, falling again and again. As I leave the comfort of home, I plant my feet firmly in the truth of the Gospel of God, my King.

Yet, you remain deaf to my pleas, forever unseen. My tears flow incessantly, while you allow my anguish to persist. I wonder why, questioning myself time and time again.

With demolished faith, prayer becomes my sole weapon as my heart falters, no longer beating resolutely within my chest. I have failed to lift my head.

Still, I persist, praying day after day, hour after hour, hoping that one day I will find solace and healing.