Dear God.

It’s me, Yet again.

It’s hard not to run off of patience, but I’m trying my best not to.

How is it that you still haven’t answered any of my prayers? 

Have I not suffered enough, though? 

Am I not worthy of your mercy? 

Don’t I deserve some break, even if it’s just for a little while?

If not, how is it that I still haven’t received my miracle? 

Why is it so hard for you to realise how much I need you?

How is it that I still run out of sleep at night and wet my pillow with tears?

Please forgive me for getting out of line.

It’s just that things seem to be getting worse rather than getting better.

I feel so lost lately. 

I feel so empty.

I feel forsaken by you.

I fear I won’t be able to keep the faith much longer.

I fear that I might lose myself and my values.

I feel that it’s about time that I received my blessings. 

Even though I strongly believe that your timing is best,

I still feel that my mom has suffered enough,

fighting for the survival of my brother and me.

It’s about time she lived the life she deserves through me.

I need to make her proud and ask you to provide me with the strength I need.

I’ve been hurting so much that I’m unable to hide it.

Please provide me with the strength to keep going.

Please do lessen my burdens and my sorrows.

Please show some mercy.

You know me more than I know myself.

You know the desires of my heart. 

You know what I need more than I probably do.

You know exactly how much I have suffered.

You have seen and felt all my pain.

Please do me good.

Love and light.

Your trying daughter.