Dear God,

Would you still love me if I tattooed my entire body? Or if I cursed more than occasionally when my emotions get the best of me. Would you still listen to my prayers if I lied. What if I questioned you and your decision. Im sorry its just that sometimes I cant understand why we have to die. Thinking of it makes me cry. Do you still love me? I know you know about my love affair with “drugs”, because of my addiction will I not have a seat waiting above? Do you not want me for angel anymore. I know I’m not perfect even though I struggle for perfection everyday. I just need to know its okay. Okay to be human. Okay to give into things sometimes. I have my fair share of problems but its not like I don’t try. Its just this world is so hard to live in and sometimes I lose my way. I just need to know its okay to make mistakes, as long as my heart is in the right place.