My Prayer to Poem to God

I bit about the author - my lovely angel and daughter..

When I read the attached poem I though if i dont send it to someone it will be a waste.
My daughter is 23 and has dedicated her whole life to give a little relieve to abused children and mothers.
She continuously want to heal the world and sometimes forgets to live a little herself.
She wrote this poem whilst in tears, very sad and she felt helpless at the time..personally I think this is the closest of an inner frustration translated to writing.
Showed 3-4 people and each had a tear in there eyes..hence, the submitting of this poem to you..would love to get some feedback..

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                                                I'm crying out to God

My mind is corrupted

My heart is turning into stone

I thought I was okay

But now I'm just alone

I'm crying out to God,

Please set me free

I'm crying out to God,

Please hear my plea

Save me from myself, save me from this world...

Full of darkness, it reaches out to me

I can't help the helpless, I can't hear their plea

Please God hear me, Please set me free

Why do I hate the human race so much?

If I'm part of it should I hate myself?

Human exploitation, money driven war

The beast of temptation, that's what people adore

False hearts and blind eyes

Closed minds convinced by empty lies

Do I think too much?

Or do they think too little?

Is good really going to win this?

Or is evil taking control?

I want to rip my chest open and tear out my heart

So I don't have to feel so much and end up in the dark

I feel the pain of a child left to die

But I can't feel the Lord's love

When I breakdown and cry

I can't find peace in this world of 'all about me'

So self-destructive....Why can't they see...?

So, with a heart of stone I decided to give in

To face the fact that, I'm not chosen

Chosen for the difference, chosen to bring relief

That reality I long for, I'll never achieve

I can't find the words to mumble a prayer from my lips

Why would the Lord want me to accomplish all of this?

I'm not worthy, strong or confident enough

That's what the world says..

I'm just not that tough..

Dear God, even though....

If you are there...

If you feel any different

I am here so please let me know.