Suicide sets on my mind, like rigor mortis in dead muscles. Pain pill after pain pill, where is the morphine, The need to feel numb overwhelms my soul, Anger Pain Hatred cancels my world. Pain pill after pain pill, prayers fill my rooms in hopes god take it all with the big hand I was told he had,
Me- Father why do I suffer, why do I hate instead of love ? Why is there pain instead of happiness. Why is there hate but no bliss.
God- My son I force not you to suffer but to overcome you do not hate but are learning to love. Your not in pain your human. And My son you choose to hate.
Me- But you forgot about me you don't answer my calls someone gave your number but your never at home. Father why have you forsaken me. Why Have you given me a life of nothing a life of downs with no ups a life of drugs and sin a life of lies and pills.
God- Son I hear all and see all I forget not my children. I love them all. I answer your calls you never listen. I gave you the herb to heal. To forget your pains and drop the pills son I have not forsaken you for I have been guiding you. Your journey is yet to be finished. You've yet to suffer son.
Me- father is it because I questioned my faith cursed your name stopped worshiping father why not have I heard a voice to listen why not have you answered my calls.
* gun clicks*
God- Son I forgive all and washed away your sins
Faith is a question its self so one cannot question a question. Son before you pull that trigger and throw your life to Satan ask yourself this is it worth it.