The Rain Of Heaven, by Sifirela Subscribe to rss feed for Sifirela

Nobody hears my pleas
They just torment me in ways
they don't even understand themselves
When I'm so alone, it's wierd
I feel much more calm
Much more at peace.

I would rather live a life without anyone,
then with people who hurt me everyday.
I hurt people, only when they hurt me first
I am a bad person for thinking about horrid things...

I am not mad,
I am not bad,
I am just sad
I am just wondering
I am just sundering
I am flourndering into a world
A world where nothing is predictable
Where people are never the same
Backstabbing me,
My friends don't understand
They never try
They never will
I am all alone in this world,
I am just another illusion God created
An illusion people make fun of
An illusion people trample over.

Nobody notices me
Nobody hears my pleas
Does God?
They say it's punishment,
If you don't believe in Him,
Yet, I fear that if I don't believe in him
I will go flounder into the great depression
Just like when the angels cry
The rain of heaven---and wash my sins away----
Posted: 2005-09-08 02:04:49 UTC

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