A plea

So many lose ends. God give me strength.

So many endings. God give me direction. 

So many pains, so little words. God fill me with your light. 

I'm ready to go at any moment, except I know it's not time yet. 

Won't you please give me patience... and some more strength. 

So little words, my mind is fried. 

I've exhausted every little thing in me, I tried to make it my own faults and mistakes, I did make it my own, and then some more. 

Nothing worked, they're long gone. 

There are only few left, was it meant for it to be like so, all along?!

The knowing hurts... 

The sensing hurts...

The seeing kills...

Please make it go away.

Except, I know, that that's s just not the way!

Please send help. 

Please 

Send 

Help.

Help,

Please...