All Is Null

Dear, God

If anyone could hear my cries, it would be you.
All knowing, all powerful.
Dad tells me that God listens to children first.
Is that true?
I never want to write him as the bad guy. Just the true stories that sit in my head, and in my hands.
Dad had a brain injury in 1994. It wasn’t the same again. I was four years old. My life, and everything I knew. Gone. In.an.instant

(I keep hearing the buzzword: Demon-mode. That is the only way I can explain it)

Nothing stands in the path.
All is null.

Dear God, you are all knowing, all powerful. I believe you when you tell me that everything happens for a reason. I really do.

I hear two sources, one of divine light, and one of fear. I want to stick to the divine light for now.
I keep worrying about the days of darkness. Is that something a child should worry about?

My cousin started smoking. We are only ten years old. I’m told its bad for you, so I say no.

What is she dealing with?
She won’t tell me.
It must be bad.

She has migraines like me.