Belief

Why should I believe in a god?

Don’t you think that it’s a little odd?

To be living a life full of living death,

And wishing every moment for my last breath.
 

Why should I believe in you?

Rejected when my affection grew?

No more bliss,

Just only reminisce.
 

Why should I believe in me?

Why should I suffer pain from the third degree?

Write on my tombstone,

“Lost and Always Alone.”