O God, where are You? I need You now. Can You hear me? Do You care? Can You see that I'm down to my last Friend? I've done some awful things. I've taken the body You've given me and used if for cheap thrills and false affection. I'm sick of selling myself for Money that is soon spent. Sick of feeling used instead of loved. Sick of painting a smile on my face when inside I'm screaming. Sick of dressing up a body that has lost its soul? Lord, I...