Lost

God created me perfect.

And I've destroyed it. I've defiled it.

Things that I've done. Things that I've said. Things that I've thought. It's all brought me further from perfection. Further from what God created me to be. Further from God.

I'm 25 years old.
Living at home.
Still in school.
No passion. No motivation.
I feel like I've lost my way somewhere.
Like I've fallen into a bottomless pit.
Everything I grab onto turns into mist and slips through my fingers.

All I wanted was a career where I could help others.
All I wanted was a career where I could make a difference.
All I wanted was to make enough money to provide for a family.
To live a good, simple life.
To love someone. To be loved back.

And to have everything feel like it's slipping away...
I'm grasping at anything and everything...
But nothing is solid enough to support me...
I keep falling...

My mind is fogged up.
My heart is as hard as a stone.
My soul is dried up.
My strength is gone.

I am lost.