A bucket of tears

I feel like life is closing in on me.

To not believe in God, I must disagree.

But to lose hope, that I agree.

Since Monday, I have cried and cried with little results. I have prayed and will continually do so. I have lost my path and will eventually lose myself if nothing works out.

To have another dream shattered when it could be prevented, I don’t know if I can take it once more.

As my eyes fill with tears writing this blog, I feel dead.

My heart is half-ripped, my eyes are tired from lack of sleep and stressing too much, and my brain. My poor brain. It’s neurons are being overworked by a psychotic woman who stresses too much and hopes too little of the world and its miracles.

What to do now?

Dear God,

Forgive me for I have sinned.

My head can be held high, but do forgive me if I am not myself.

Anyone got a nutcracker? Cuz I wanna crack my hard-headed self open.

Remove my brains and let me forget all that has happened in my life.

Now I know that I can never start fresh.