Don’t care where I turn.
I even ponder if I die,
Does it matter if I burn?
The Devil lives all over
And it makes me sick to know,
He’ll always be here just like this,
Now matter where I go.
The world’s infested
With hateful sin,
Christian or not,
Where does one begin?
I always try
To live my best,
But in the end I
Look like the rest.
It’s not fair
And I’m confused.
This world God gave us
Is far beyond abused.
So why am I here,
Why do I have hope?
Isn’t it easier to die,
Saying “I just couldn’t cope”?
I would
And should
Run off and leave this place,
But, no, I’m here to try do good.
I guess it’s not all evil,
Just hidden, misunderstood grace.
Age 15