Not really sure what this is, but… disclaimer: I don't own

Because I wanted to believe. I just wanted to believe, even if only for a little while – is that too much to ask? Apparently so, because you couldn't even let me do that, could you? Some kind of angel you are. You told me he was gone, that he wouldn't help. Why? You told me you would help, held me in your arms. Why? All I needed was a little faith, and you gave it to me by the bucket load. You heaped it on me, swamped me in it until I couldn't breathe. And then you piled on a little more. And you thought you were helping, really you did, but what you didn't see was that you were killing me, suffocating me with your faith. Because I couldn't live up to it – the faith of an angel? That's reserved for God, and I'm no God, I'm no quitter. But you believed so strongly, and that belief gave me hope. And there's nothing more dangerous than hope. So I jumped, and you Fell.

Thoughts?
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