Outcry

God,
I found myself in a mess,
I have to confess,
That this is destroying me,
All I seem to encounter is suffering,
I can't seem to win,
My trust has been shattered,
My thoughts turned to sin,
I'm afraid of what I'll become,
It seems that I have lost it all.


My future seems so bleak,
I can't call this living,
I feel defeated,
It's like a disease that can't be treated,
I'm not sure what to do,
I have no clue whom I should turn to,
I'm an empty-shell,
Of the man I used to be

My head spins in circles,
My wallet empty as can be,
My heart filled with anguish,
My eyes drenched with tyranny,
Blinding my path,
But I pray to you,
Hoping this will pull me through,
Because I can't do this alone,
I know that I need you.

It seems as if I'm alone,
Making mistake after mistake,
I'm only nineteen,
But this world is unforgiving,
Smiles are replaced by knives,
Because people would rather stab you in the back,
Then to try and save your life.

My future seems so bleak,
I can't call this living,
I feel defeated,
It's like a disease that can't be treated,
I'm not sure what to do,
I have no clue whom I should turn to,
I'm an empty-shell,
Of the man I used to be