At times like his i used to reach for god
and now i realize he doesn't give a sod
because if he did where was he
when i grew up without a family
when i was in labour and wanted to die
when people soothed me said it will be alright
when i miscarried and no one was there
where was god then did he even care
when my dad left home when i was two
when i slashed my wrists i bet you laughed didn't you
when i couldn't even get out of bed
why couldn't you just leave me for dead
or better still not had me conceived
how stupid was i to have ever believed
to have stayed up at night and to have confided
the problem is now my angers subsided
and its been replaced by a sickening pain
i don't think things can be the same
when i needed you hear god where were you then
when i cried for someone who was my friend
