#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.