#113

But I'm tired, Lord.

I am very tired.

I know I have failed You
many times over,
and perhaps this is punishment
for many of my wrongdoings.

But I didn't know
it would be this hard.

I am exhausted, Lord.

The miracle promised for tomorrow
keeps repeating itself,
always becoming
a promise for the next day instead.

The emotions,
the traumas,
and the many experiences
I am being taught through
are overwhelming.

I do not know
if I can keep holding on to faith—

a faith so thin,
so weak,
so easily crumbled.

I am unworthy,
I cannot deny that.

But...

Are all these troubles
worth it for me?

Oh, Lord...

Please just...

save me.

Please.

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