Is God real?
If He is, He must be torturing me.
He took the ones I loved and twisted them like locks.
They changed and morphed and blended together until I could no longer distinguish them from the blurs of the unfocused background.
He took them and set up a metal trap for me to walk into.
People I'm in love with love other people.
People are forgetting me, or worse, doubting me.
People I trusted with my whole heart hurt me in such a way that I can't even react to things in the way that I should.
He has bent and broken my home.
Screams echo into a small room that I cannot call my own.
It's been like this for too long.
I must have done something wrong to upset Him,
But I don't even know what I did.