Dear, Who Ever Is Out There

I don’t know what I believe in.

That I’ve made clear.

I don’t know if there’s some driving force.

Or if no one’s really there.

Some days I like to think there is.

So I can place blame.

And other days I fear

That whatever it is may want to hurt me with it’s plan.

I was raised to be religious.

Though that never really stuck

And as I got older

I noticed how my life took a drop.

As if some force was angry

That I didn’t give them love.

I find that unfair

For why put me through such tests

But give me no proof that anything is there.

I guess there could be a reason I deserve it.

The death and loss.

The heart break and the separation.

That you have caused.

But there’s no clear answer to me.

So I should just believe I’m wrong.

Dear, whoever is out there, tell me this.

Why must I live this misery?

What could I do right?

If you truly love me.

Please spare my life.