In my cell
I look upon
the outside world.
Nothing seems real.
I wonder
why you did this?
But my question
matters not.
Dear God,
we need your help,
but you
don't care.
I listen to
the huffers
forgetting
the world
as their new high
comes quick.
I watch
the rappers
destroy my friends.
Does this matters
to you?
God, if you are real...
I want to know the truth.
Are we being
punished?
What did we do?
My cell is
my part
of the world...
~What is yours?~
Author notes
Everyday something new happens to me or one of my friends.... I use to blame myself for the problems of the world.... but it ain't my fault.... whose fault is it?.... the fault belongs to people like my real father... to people like me.... it ain't your fault... remember that as you try to take your own life....
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