Is He Real?

My life is a wreck,
but no one knows it,
I cannot argue,
I have chose it.

I wish to drink,
till I'm too numb to feel,
to leave this world,
and everything real.

Does God exist,
I question this much,
how can you believe in something,
that hates us this much.

With droughts and storms,
hate and hail,
this boat of religion
makes me want to bail.

No man overboard
alarm will ring,
no angels will come,
heal my wounds that sting.

Maybe humanity,
just needs a hope,
other that drugs,
like whiskey and dope.

Something to believe in,
that gives them meaning,
maybe there's something,
to be seeing.

But I cannot see,
for I am blind,
no everlasting grace,
will I find.

I'll keep trying to keep,
my faith and spirits high,
but what if we go nowhere,
after we die.