Why Do I Pray? Poem by MAD DEW

This life is so hopeless or so it is seemin
I pray for an angel, but get another demon
I pray for strength, but I get weaker
I pray to be bold, but I get meeker
I pray for rest, but I always feel more fatigued
I pray for a girl, but girls never seem intrigued
I pray for an opportunity to make lots of money
But I am so broke it ain't even a little bit funny
I pray to be free of my suicidal nightmares
But instead I have dreams of running up stairs
Just to get to the top of the Empire State
And jumping off the top to meet my fate
I pray to make lots of people really proud
But instead I feel like a nobody in a crowd
I pray to be a success, but I always feel like a failure
I pray for clarity of mind, but my thoughts are a blur
I pray my mental state doesn't get any worse
But then I have to go and burn my own horse
Now there is another scar inside of my brain
Just another thing to slowly drive me insane
Why do I continue to pray every single night
When I can never manage to see God's light?
I always seem to get the opposite of what I pray for
So why the hell do I even bother praying anymore?