Faith Seems So Hopeless

Sometimes, faith seems so hopeless. I want to believe. Often, I feel like I have to believe. But then I think through my faith and find nothing but a maze of questions. I ask many questions directed towards God, all building upon each other, adding pressure and adding weight. I ask and ask, wondering, craving some sort of response. I want to believe. I really do. God please talk with me. And then I stop and listen and hear nothing. Just the quiet agony of wanting a response, of needing a response. I listen closely, focusing on the ever elusive. I want to believe, but faith seems so hopeless.