Deep down doubt

If God is perfect then why did he make me? 

Why am I bleeding

Pretending I’m not here

Holding inside 

A life unwanted

Grasping at straws

Finding a way to fade

If God is so perfect then why am I here? 

There is a creature inside me

He helped me put it there

Held me down as I pretended not to care.

Tried to fight, tried so hard

Now just grasping straws

Trying to understand

God is truly perfect

Can you help me understand

Why I can’t take justice into my  own hands? 

There is a monster inside me

Trying to break free

I did not let it grow but the others made it so

There is a thing inside

Fighting to be free

If God is so perfect 

Why did he make it so I can bleed?