For the Unloved
I'm tired of losing my faith, feeling my face burn red with tears of anger at a God who never seems to hear my cries for help.
I'm tired of helplessly watching my life unravel before my very eyes. I'm tired of seeing every life plan disintegrate after I've tirelessly fought for any semblance of fulfilment, any glimmer of hope that life is worth living.
I'm tired of the prolific reminders that now are not forever, that someday the shards of my life will meld together and I'll rediscover a golden beacon of happiness. I'm tired of listening to empty platitudes, accepting that I'm falling short when I'm trying, trying, trying but never seeming to find the peace I seek.
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