Will you still love me tomorrow?

it's a scar
a huge scar,
deeply engraved and forever it haunts me.
taunting me, making a fool out of me.

Dear God,
im tired i don't know if i can withstand all of this anymore,
my faith is running low,
and im losing grip.
im sinking under this pressure.
forgive my weakness for im just a mere sinful human being.

God,
please bring back my peace.
those days where i could smile and laugh feeling contented.
return me my sense of rationality.
my patience runs low.

if this is how it's all been fated,
i'll leave it in Your hands God.