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A Little Girl's Prayer to God or A Cry For Help
by Lyss CopelandI'd give up everything in this lonely world
if only to have another chance to live;
to never have to be the girl
who doesn't have anything left to give
except her hatred, except her pain,
except her heartache, except her shame
of living alone in a world full of strangers;
of never having a place I can call home;
from dealing with all this pain, all my anger
that I seem to face alone.
I may not have a guardian angel
to watch me as I sleep
and protect me from the demons
who torture me in my dreams,
but I'll keep trying;
I'll keep moving on.
But how can I keep putting foot before foot
If all my strength is gone?
Im so sick and tired of living in a world full of heroes
who will never come to rescue me.
They're surrounded
- theyire blinded -
by cameras and obsessed fawners.
Never seen, this little girl had to learn to be
left alone, wishing to be loved by someone;
left alive, waiting to be heard by anyone.
Oh, Lord God, where is my angel
To guide me on my way?
Why I am cursed to this hell
when I still take the time to pray?
Dear God, please try
and save me, a little girl
slowly vanishing inside her soul.
Lord, I'm dying inside my voiceless mind. 11/22/2008 Author's Note: 11/22/08 - Based off of the comments I've been receiving, I need to explain this poem. This poem was originally written when I was 14 and extremely depressed. This is not the only poem I wrote about my hopelessness and despair, yet it's the only one that has survived that time period. Today, I still edit and read this poem because it grounds me in what I have become and how far I have come since my depression. I'm very happy with my life and only let people read this poem so they can understand how much happier I am with who I am and my faith in God. Thank you for all the suportive comments, :)
1/29/08 - Wow, this poem is over 4 years old, and yet I still found room for improvement and editing. I guess perfection isn't easy to find, even after such a long period of time spent on nurturing and loving every word of this poem into existance.
Posted on 11/22/2008
Copyright © 2025 Lyss Copeland
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/22/08 at 04:18 PM the thing is, every Christian knows that we're not designed for this place. non-Christians don't understand that earth is full of pain, and misery and sin, but it's our jobs to fight our way through and do it smiling. If this were all the better it gets, I'd rather be dead, but we know there is something way better up there for us. Simply put, we're not built for this mess. The world is crumbling morrally, spriritually and now physically. Keep your heart invested in the right place and you'll be fine. :] |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/22/08 at 07:22 PM Trust me, sweet Alyssa, you are not the only one who prays and wonders where the guardian angels are. These are the worst of times, no matter how you slice it. Your mind is not voiceless, I've heard you, and I KNOW God has too, as well as everyone else who's read this. I suspect you're here, on this earth, at this time, because you were sent by divine appointment, for your faith, for your perseverence, for those you will help along the way because you are so blessed with God's awareness despite the evil, despite the chaos of these times. Your tears are never for naught. You are precious, and soooooooo loved. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/23/08 at 02:40 AM I believe God hears the soul's desperate cry, especially from children and teens. He obviously heard yours. The poem is a wonderful articulation of despair and hope! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/23/08 at 11:33 PM ...yeah, and He heard you at 14, who guided your hand to create this pome?, you did through Him...and your guardian angel[s], brought you to this birthday...sweet one they are everywhere, and you, as Ali spoke, perhaps your destiny is to BE ONE YOURSELF!!!!! |
| Posted by Sarah Wolf on 11/24/08 at 02:07 PM You were a very talented 14 year old.. I loved this.. thank you for sharing.. Welcome... |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/25/08 at 05:51 AM I would have argued that you had guardian angels you weren't aware of had I not read your astounding epilogue. Yes, very insightful observations for a fourteen year old. Having been in the same hole once, I know the despair well..and its more sanguine aftermath. Good luck, Alyssa |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 11/30/08 at 03:12 AM There is an old, old saying, "God helps those that help themselves." You seem to have done that Aly. Good poem. Welcome to Pathetic....CharMin |
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