Please Ask Me To Stay

I see so much evil on this earth, I almost start to regret my own birth. People kill just to watch somebody die and others think they have to steal just to get by. Children are starving and fading ever so slowly, while another commits suicide because they´re so fuckin lonely. A father decides to abandon his beautiful kids, while a woman is terrified of the man that abuses her delicate ribs, that way no one will see the cowardly shit that he´s done and if she turns him in, he swears he´ll put use to his gun. So many see money as the only thing worth pursuing, while I sit and question what the fuck are we doing. A greedy man sells his daughter to the highest bidder and people worship the most relentless sinner. A teenager sells poison to the younger just for some green paper to spend for the summer. A repulsive stranger rapes an innocent girl, while another creates a bomb to destroy the whole world. Why do we rely on fear for respect when we should trust in our own intellect? Why is everyone out only for self, without considering anyone else? I don´t know where to turn anymore ever since my girl asked what was wrong with being a whore. I´m losing my mind and running low on my time. I wish I could make a difference, but how can I if everyones keeping their distance? I know I´m not perfect or flawless, but I can´t imagine life entirely lawless. Not with all the ugly shit that goes on, humanity is so obscenely far gone, it´s hard to sleep without keeping one eye open, or live your life without having your little heart broken. I credit the person I am to my mother, but who am I to judge the acts of another? I have no idea what their reasons are for being so filthy, but I know one day they might be convicted as guilty. When they choke on their very last breath, maybe then will they regret their life before death. I hope they repent their evil deeds and God listens to their deafening pleads. When he quiets their beligerent voice, I pray that he makes the right choice. As for me, right now I have total control, but the day that I don´t, I wish he considers my soul. I just want to see his glorious face and ask if I´m still a disgrace. When I start to wonder what he might say... I´m terrified that God won´t ask me to stay.