I haven't felt so insufficient in a long time.  God please show me the way.

It's chilly outside to the extent of my hard nipples poking high into my shirt, cold raindrops racing down my cheeks alongside warm streams of tears.  I don't understand the point of being here.  I don't understand the point of living, breathing.  I don't want to walk anywhere on this earth anymore.  Here, there, nowhere.  I want to lie down 

and just never, ever wake up.