I am nothing
I can no longer think that
There are people who care
A person must accept they are alone
I refuse to believe that
I am loved
I was born imperfect
It does not matter to me that
I will die with hate in my heart
It is impossible for me to conceive that
There is a loving, saving God
The only thing I know to be undeniable is that
Life has taken away every good thing
And it is no longer true that
God is there for me
I'm not sure of much, but I am sure that
I was born broken, with nothing to believe in

Then I met Jesus, and he built me back up from the bottom