Father, I love You

I'm dying from insanity
Why no Christianity?
Pseudo-faith makes me stray
I see dark in the light of day

I was lost and I was found
but was I really found at all?
While others speak these words profound
My stumbling walk becomes a fall

I wear my cross upon my chest
except for the days that I don't.
I pray at night for the best
but what if one day I won't?

Why do they have answered prayers
When I pour at my heart?
Is there something wrong with me?
My doubt cuts like a dart.

Dear God, I love You
please tell me You know
So one day I'll say these words to You:
“Father, hello.”