Dear God.
Our world is slowly Dying
And i'm not giving in anyway.
There's Children crying,
And they didn't even deserve it.
You made a cruel,cold, world;
I bet you're having fun.
Dear God.
I don't think I can forgive you,
I think i'll have to kill you.
YOU ARE READING
Insomnia
PoetryA river of thoughts and sensations from my experience with depression.