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Another poem from high school, forgotten about until I dug it out recently.

I can't feel...or maybe it's that I don't want to

I'm on the verge of crying, I'm on the verge of despair

Seems I may possibly be on the verge of dying

How can you do this? Why is it you that has to ruin it all?

Why do I work to be happy, and end up losing it all?

Why, God, why? Why have You forsaken me?

If it is Your will, take this cup from me

But let Thine own will be done

Give me a release, darling tell me this isn't how it's going to be

Talk to me, give me some sign of hope

You've given me nothing...it feels as if I've given you my all...

Why on the eve of worship do I always feel the worst?

Why, God, why? Why has she forsaken me?

I'm not that different, she says she finds me interesting

She likes the way I act and she evens seems to care

Why, God, why? Why have I forsaken myself?

Maybe I'm trying to hard, maybe it's not my place to be

Maybe it's a message, no matter how bad I don't want it to be

Maybe it's a way for me to finally bring it all to an end

Maybe it's a way for me to realize where I really have friends...