Ceiling Thoughts

Hey God, 

Well, it’s yet another night, looking up at my ceiling,
thinking about my life.
My emotions have been bottled up inside for so long,
I don’t remember how to let them out
I can’t tell if I want to cry
or if I want to scream in anger.
I am supposed to be strong, courageous,
but I don’t feel strong at all.
I’m supposed to be brave, fearless.
That’s who I am right?
Truth is,
I am lost
I don’t feel like I still don’t know myself, no matter how much progress I have made.
I have so many dreams.
so many things to do,
so many places to see,
so many people to meet,
but I don’t know where to start.
I feel that if I don’t start soon,
It’ll be too late.
Why do I feel so paralyzed? So unable to move?
I’ve been lonely.
I know I have people that love me.
So, tell me why I feel like I can’t love myself.
I don’t want to waste this life,
this precious life that you have given to me.
I want to live each and every day
like it is my last,
but right now,
I feel like I am wasting my days.
Right now, I feel that I am a shadow of what I can be,
who I could be.
Who I am.
This isn’t me raising the white flag.
My faith will never break, it’s all I have.
So, I cry out to you,
Can you help me, please?
Can you give me a sign?
Anything helps, thanks.