my god, my heart

	I hear myself pray, to a god who lets me down
	asking, pleading, drowning in my own sound
	does he hear me, ignore me, hold me to blame
	as i hear each day, the sound of my own shame
	as i hold out my wrists, all bloody and torn
	I look at him, eyes wide and forlorn
	he said he did not expect this from me
	it is not the answer to set me free
	how many times have i heard that i cry
	then ask myself why?
	it is not i that has let you down
	your faith in humanity, you have not found
	Who do you think i am, your god?
	shocked i look at him and nod
	How do you expect anyone to hear
	when it is yourself you do fear.
	fear me not and you will see
	the answers to set you free.






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