Maybe I don't believe in You.
Maybe I don't think you're true.
Maybe I praise myself for that,
That I don't need You to give me meaning.
That your presence, rather the lack of, doesn't stop me from dreaming.
Maybe it's the fat books that come with the belief in You;
Buy one get one free, it's true.
The truth may be that the idea of Your presence opens doors to more than I need:
If You love everyone then why do we suffer?
Why do we beg and lie and hate and why do we die the way we do?
If you bring peace then stop these clouds from changing, stop this havoc of paper that controls our very lives and bring peace and joy and
Happiness when you come and prove yourself real.
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Emo Poems
PoetryThis isn't necessarily a book that has poems that would completely blow your mind, it's more like a diary. The diary of a lonely teenager who often gets driven by intrusive thoughts and basic paranoia. So, don't expect too much, just read it and int...
