The Rain Of Heaven

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----