I have no right to ask this of you.
I have disappointed you and myself so many times.
But I cannot breathe, God.
I cannot breathe, I cannot stop hurting.
I cannot change what I want more than anything to change.
I cannot stop time or go back in time.
I cannot wish away the future that I cannot bear to face.
In three days I cannot predict
Whether my heart will ache
My heart will cry out
Or simply cease to be.
God, I cannot change what will be
And what will not be.
But please, oh God of mercy
Please help me to