I don’t want you thinking of me
You thoughts do not comfort me or provide for my needs
I don’t care if you feel empathy
or if you can muster sympathy.
Where is the help in that?
I want your prayers.
I want you to swallow your disbelief
and your selfish pride
and get down on your knees and beg the God you never wanted to believe in
and ask him, on my behalf, for help.
Don’t settle in your faithlessness
and let me drown.
Rise up, for me.
I need you
Prompted by the comments on this article, specifically, the contrast between the first two comments, and the three after. A reflection on “my thoughts are with you” and “my prayers are with you”.