I used to
I used to have a God
I think I left him, but is there a chance that he has left me too?
It's so that eveything hurts and words are all that come.
No feeling.
No understanding.
I search the plains of the Earth just to feel something.
I fear I've broken it.
But there's no way in hell I can go back now.
Just hide and hope that no one follows me.
This poem is about:
Me
My family