dying out,but will survive

Jesus i am dying out,

Like a extinct species,

I can't take this messs,

At all anymore.

I'm sick of myself,

Sick of my home,

Sick of my folks,

And sick of my mind.

Jesus take me home,

I just don't know,

If I can deal with this much longer!

But I know I must live,

though often I don't want to.

Lord you put me here for a reason,

Let your will be done in me ,

Don't let me fall apart.