a letter to God

Dear God,

You've had my back for all this time. I mean, I guess. You never replied to my endless monologues, but I never got cancer or anything. I consider you my friend, actually. You know all of my secrets and desires. All of them. And that's a lot. So, what I'm trying to tell you is: I'm leaving you. Don't take it personally, though. Allow me to use a cliche and say: it's not you, it's me. You see, we've been through a lot but recent events have been mean to us. I hope you don't get mad, and I know you might want a reason why I'm leaving you. Well, here it is: I'm dead and alone in a pit that smells like mold. And you are nowhere to be found.