I know it's wrong,
but I am mad at God.
The God that lets bad things happen.
The God that let my dad leave me.
The God that took my aunt away from;
away from her kids.
The God that let people hurt me.
The God that let kids torment me
to the point of attempted suicide.
The God that let my innocence get robbed.
Thrice.
The God that watched my grandmother's murder.
And did nothing.
The God that keeps grace from me.
The God that let illness wreak havoc
upon my body.
The God that let my "friends" betray me.
The God that let me be
the sole survivor
of Mother's damaged being.