Dear God, there is a lot of questions I am gonna ask


Tell me what did I do wrong, correct my mistakes and where I belong


I made a lot of sins, since I was a kid


I was a product of a sinful father, who had impregnated women as an escape to avoid responsibility


I never would have thought to be in this messy family


I never asked to be born, God, why did you give me a talent to write, but not to write my own story to escape this messy situation?


I have this cold heart, becoming like my father, touching me inappropriately so I became attracted to kids



But no one gives a damn to listen to me, dear God, when I call you, the phone keeps ringing at the night, I am afraid to be arrested, couldn't let me rest


I am only 15 to be experiencing this, I am too young to be in this situation, a kid should never experience


Can't relate, to these lyrics? they are very dark to listen, controversial, I am speaking facts and you can't stop that from me


At least I am speaking truthfully for you to know me honestly


We are all different, you can't expect me to do the same


Stupidity are hated by the society, media created feminism, homophobia, it grew until we adapted to it, is the world we really wanted, to go, to with these sad people, they don't fit in and don't belong?


It became normalizing, we talk to the phone now, that is how we are communicating


The crime rates are higher now, it is elevating


Many people die of suicide, they are levitating



Contemplating, whether to live or not, no one should stop you from ending your life, education is a piece of trash


You'll learn nothing, but Maths and problems instead of economics and cash



Being someone different is seen as disgust by this fucking society


Being raw and unfiltered is the only way I could express myself, dear God, I confessed all my sins to you, how could I still not rest


I fucking confessed, are you now fucking impressed at how good I am


It made me a worse person, nonetheless


I am oppressed, depressed drank pills, said by the psychiatrist who seems to have misdiagnosed me, I've been treated like a pest



I have to get through this, it's a must, a mass to attend to the church, the priest who sermons remind of my father and my mother who always fight for the best



I don't who to trust anymore, been afraid my own classmates will betray me like my parents does


I don't know when this pain will last



I've been drowning in the water of the past



No one will mourn for me, when I become just a dust


I am precise, when I write, I have my own decision, live the way of being a predator or a normal human being who couldn't find his purpose to rest


This is my story, you could judge me all you want, I am sad some people who aren't brave enough to talk about it


Because society hated it in disguise, no more lies, many people cry, killing themselves


Inside, created a plan for their perfect suicide, I am petrified, my suicide attempts aren't successful, very eventful, I only hurt myself, just because I think no one loves me too


I don't need to rhyme, to express myself, only then because my actions can only hurt myself


Why aren't you doing anything God? The Earth is in chaos, many people getting killed, discriminated for who they really are


Everything is in shambles, I sell my soul to this world for me to gamble



© Hazmatsuite