“I am who am,” God said to them.
“I am who am,” I said to you.
Who is God but merely a reflection of yourself?

They have deemed me a sinner,
But who are they to say
That I am a sinner
When they themselves
Have blood on their hands?

I live.
I’m living.
I want to live
While
Simultaneously I want to die?

When you are alone at 3 AM
With a blade in your hand tracing your veins,
When you have spent months
Planning your own death,
When “home” ceases to exist
And the only “home” that you are sure of is death,
Ask yourself where your God is.

Scream at the top of your lungs.
Ask Him where he is.
Ask Him to help you.

Do it.

I promise, no one will answer.