God takes those he needs
But what about us and our needs?
What about us who are left behind
Trusting that time will heal our hearts and minds
What about us, who are left to survive
What about us who has lost all motivation to thrive
What about us, the ones who are still alive
But the ones who feel nothing at all but death
The ones who are silently suffering
Slowly withering, our lives on hold like we’re buffering
God gives just so he can take
But what about us? Don’t we deserve a break
A year full of trauma, drama, and death
A year full of lies, trouble, and shortened breaths
What about us? What about the other ones he created
How can he keep us here feeling so defeated
Feeling so… lost, confused and belittled
When do we get to go home?
When do we get to stop hurting
So what about us?
The ones who want to live, but can’t
The ones who deserve a better life but it seems so distant
The ones that become drug addicts, or obliterated to the world
The ones he created, but never offered his hand
The ones he leaves here on earth
But I’ve always been told, God takes those he needs
But what about us and our needs?