Is there a god, I have no idea.
But if he is there, why would he sting me like a bee?
He doesn’t exist, that’s all I know.
Because else he would help me, and not just go.
And he would hear my cries and screams.
But he doesn’t answer, so he is not there it seems.
I’ve worked hard, where did I do that for?
I have lost everything; he just showed me the door.
I am mad at him, I have him to blame.
It’s not fair, but blaming myself is just not the same.