Probably 10 or more years ago, I heard a guy on Fresh Air, I think. He had spent a lot of time as an inpatient in mental health facilities. IIRC, he had spent years in a “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” kind of place. He’d published a book of poetry. The interviewer had him read one that went something like:
There were times when I prayed,
yes prayed on my knees,
for [various things with which to kill myself]
and [in the morning or something after praying]
I realized that God does not care
what is more, He does not care at all
and that is why He exists.
This sound familiar to anybody?