Lord, why do people always pick on me? What did I ever do to deserve to be treated like this? There are so many days I wish I was dead. When I go to school, other kids slam me against the lockers, hurting my back. When I walk in the halls, guys walk by and knock my books out of my arms. If I try to get a drink from a water fountain, someone pushes my head down into the water. When I am in study hall, people throw spit balls at me. When walking anywhere, I am called bad names.
Why, Lord, can't I talk to my parents about how I feel? It seems like they are never around, or are "always too busy" to listen to me. When I try to talk to them, they say they don't have time, or if I do tell them what happened in school, they think I am making it up. Why can't grown ups understand the pain I am going through? Is it that hard to figure out I am not happy? Who else can I talk to that will listen to me? Why are you, Lord, the only person that finds time for me?
Last night I thought about suicide, Lord, as you already know. But I am glad I took time to talk to You and listened to You in my heart. I now realize that no matter how bad people treat me, life is too precious to waste at such a young age. I have too much to live for. I know from my experiences, I can try to make a difference to others experiencing the same problems as me. I know I have other friends who are mistreated as bad as I am, and they need an extra shoulder to cry on. I know it will be difficult to get through the next two years of high school if other kids continue to torment me, but I know with my faith in you, Lord, I will make it.
Thank you Lord for being there for me. I now know I will be a survivor. With Your help, I will be able to find a caring person to listen to me, and to help me get through this terrible ordeal. Without faith in you, Lord, I know I would not be here today. Thank you for loving me. Amen.
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