I can't quite comprehend
what kind of "ultimate being"
could preform such an act
"God won't give you
more than you can handle."
is such a fucking lie
You've taken away my soul,
the most important thing in my life
and I'm expected to keep going
You're a heartless bastard
I'm having a hard time believing
that you actually care
because every time I've talked to you
you've never been there.
I'd rather talk to the dead
than rely on you
because I know that
they actually know how to love
and be true
YOU ARE READING
Shattered
PoetryThis section was written less than a month after my dad passed away.