I Come From a Broken Family

I cried this morning. I prayed to God. Not to ask or thank him for anything. I talked to him, telling him that I will never him for anything ever. That I am done wasting my time praying to him.

I cried this morning, talking to God. That is if he was even listening to me. I talked to God who has seen me suffer all my life. The same God who allowed Death snatch mom and dad at my very young age. People told me that life belongs to him. That he would see me and my younger sister through. I held on to that faith for as long as I remember.

Guess what people? Ther has never been God by my side. We have always been alone. This morning was the final blow.
God let my ship sink after many months of my screaming, calling his name, begging him to save me. After many sleepless nights and days dedicated to his service. He proved to be nonexistent.
Do not tell me about Jesus who claims 'whatever you ask in my name blah blah blah'. This is not what I asked for

But i am gon keep doing good for my own good. To keep preaching and practicing kindness. Not for any God. For the good of this world and humanity. Ya'll keep praying.