Food for thought
Dear God,
I'm tired of fighting to be perfect
Getting picked on for nothing
Constantly praying with no outcome
So an eye for an eye
That's my judgement
All sins are equal
Will be my punishment
I go to school for my enjoyment
Yet get bullied as if I were being tortured
What have I done?
My parents don't understand me
Kids will be kids
It'll all get better
That's all I hear
I keep to myself
So why do they hate me
I'm defenseless
Leave me be
No one hears my pleads
My cries for peace
I'm on my knees Lord
Asking for forgiveness
Forgive me for what I'm about to do
Letting go is no use
With this gun I'll make them see
See me for me
I'll make them regret the day
They decided to pick on me
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
At the funeral the preacher said his last words
It's a shame to see them go so young