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my prayer

All I do is ask WHY?
I look at my friends, myself, family, home, and ask WHY?

Me looking in the mirror scars all over, from a disease that’s with me forever.
Pains each day their always there,
People look and stare.

I look at my friends most since a child, all different unique styles.
They all go out leave me at home.
No help when in need im alone.

My home were I live darkness all I feel .
Only place to hide my face,
Hidden from the world I know, my own space,

I ask myself WHY? WHY did God deal me this body, life friends, and home.
WHY choose me to live this life?. What did I ever do to him? I keep asking WHY he allows me to cry , laugh and breath in hes kingdom. WHY God am I in this World of violence, death, tragedies and hope.

Id like to stop asking WHY and say THANKYOU. U chose me to breath , walk, talk and live in your kingdom. Im the lucky one unlike so many unfortunate ones.

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