I cry and no one hears.
I ask and no one answers.
I beg and no one gives.
My tears course down my face in the shower as I cry out to God to help me. I don’t understand why I must fight this battle over and over. Why it can’t be put away for all time.
But fight I must so I continue to try.
Until the day comes when I can fight no more.
Too tired to even lift my head and try one last time.
Who will miss me when I’m gone?