Please....

If God can make me better
He can choose to make me well
Why won't He do it now?
I want out of this Hell

If He can see it all
He can see that I'm in pain
And He can choose to help
He can choose to make me sane

God hears everything
He hears me as I cry
He hears me as I scream
He knows I want to die

God's fingers feel my scars
His eyes can see the blood
He hears it hit the ground
Dark red & thick, like mud

So why has He not helped me?
Does He want me to live this way?
I just don't want to be like this
I can't stand it another day

So God, if you are reading
My prayer is that you'll try
To help me mend my broken heart
And hold me as I cry