I ask myself, God can you hear me?

Crying, stressing,

but still happy because I’m a blessing.

At times, I don’t think I can make it,

 Some days, I can’t take it.

Feeling lost in this world, like I wasn’t meant to be,

Which makes me wonder, do you hear me?

I already lost my best friend,

That was the only person that knew me like the back of her hand.

Never knew I was going to stress like this,

If only I could make one wish.

Which brings me back to my question,

God, can you hear me?