God

If there was a god why wont he answer me?
When I beg for help why won’t he grant my plea?
If I just want help, just some love how would he help out?
What about those times when I cry for answers on what life is about?
How about when I sit in the bathroom razorblade in hand?
He doesn’t do anything, he wouldn’t even if I sliced every gland.
He’s supposed to love me, so why doesn’t he make me better?
All he does is make my eyes wetter.
No answers, no help, no nothing from him.
He only helps those in wheelchairs, missing a limb.
But he doesn’t love, doesn’t help, doesn’t care.
So why should I believe in something that isn’t there?