Is there a god

Is there a god?
I ask myself
Could there really be a man
Who has control of the world
In the palm of his Hands?
All theses people love him
They say he helps everyone
That he helps us everyday
But if thats true
If he helps us everyday
Why does he let people throw their life away?
Why does he let people go threw so much pain?
Yeah we need to learn to be Strong,
We need to learn to handle what comes along
But if he wants us to be strong,
And handle everything in life that goes wrong
Whys he push it so far
That we cant handle it anymore?
Why does he let us hurt so bad
That we cant stay strong?
They say were suppose to pray to him
Every night and Every Day,
So that he'll take all our troubles away
Ive Prayed and prayed
And my life's still the same
I'm not trying to blame him
For my life getting this way
But I'm not trying to say
That he couldn't help me from the pain
I go to bed asking myself
Is there a god?
Is there a man that can make everything right?
Is there man that holds the world in his two hands?
Is there a man that all theses people love
and believe he helps them
Yet all theses other people cant stand him?
Is he really there?
If hes really there why cant i see him?
If hes really there why cant i hear him?
If hes really there why wont he help me?
What did i do?
What did i do that was so wrong?
What did i do for me to end up like this?
What did i do for you to punish me this way?
Thinking about theses questions
Blaming myself for all my pain
Trying to act like
Every things ok
Trying to act like
Every things the same
But in my mind
Nothing is ok
In my mind
Nothing is the same
Nothing i do is right
Everything is going wrong
Almost everything i love is gone
But I'm still trying to be strong
I'm still trying to handle everything that goes wrong
Even though i feel like I'm losing my mind
Like I'm trapped in a world with so much pain
And so little love
That its driving me insane
Looking at all my match's and lighters
Looking at the scars on my leg
Thinking to myself
Can i burn my pain away?
Can i burn everything that goes wrong away?
Can i burn and burn until every things ok?
People look into my eyes
And they tell me what they see
They say they see a sad little girl
They say they see a little girl in so much pain
They say they see a little girl thats living in a messed up world.
If you looked into my eyes
Would you say the same thing they do?
Or would you throw me to the side
Like a dirty old pair of shoes?
Is there really a god?
Is he really there?
I guess none of us will ever know
until we take our last breath of air.