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Dear God
Written by Cherry   
Sunday, 14 June 2009 14:23

I have my issues as you can see.
But it seems as though you're not looking out for me.

I know in my heart it's all in my head
and I try to forget as I lay in my bed.

I don't feel good, I think Satan is trying to get to me
But I tell him "God will help, you will see."

God, I know how many people pay
but most of them have to pay.

You try your best I know that's true
and there's so many things you must do.

So hear my prayer as I speak to you
I need some help, as much as you could do.

I hurt so bad down deep inside
and no one knows but it's getting harder to hide.

So i ask you once more to please help me
I know you will try, I'll just wait and see.

I feel as though I'm living in hell
but I'm not sure, it's really hard to tell.

I know I sin, yes I do
but I ask for forgiveness from you.

So please help me as I lay here and cry
and feel as though I should curl up and die.

Please once more, and thank you in advance,
for helping me and giving me a chance.

Copyright © 2003 Cherry. All rights reserved.

About the Author: I am 15 years old and attending Lee Senior High School. I love to write poems in my spare time and most of them are sad. This poem is about me, a young girl who can't deal with life without the help of God.


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