Voice of darkness

You didn't go wrong with the fears and the worries,

The crowds of sad people expressing their sorrys,

No you went wrong when you have us a voice,

No you went wrong when you gave us a choice,

No hope for this world, condemned from the start,

People who murder were raised without a heart,

But people who die at their own hand,

Have their hearts long dead,

Despite accusations, we really are depressed,

We wallow in self pity because we are stressed,

We've wanted to hide, we've all felt compressed,

Reminding themselves they're just sad, not depressed...

They're,

Stressed about luck with their qualities and beauty,

Stressed about their future and what'll be their duties,

Stressed about the size ups and the pride harming moralities,

School and equality, everyone hurts... It's reality.

You gave us free will, you thought it was wise,

Instead many people each day have to die,

Instead sometimes I lay down and cry,

I cry and I cry, wanna know why?

Because I was lucky and received your great gift,

Born into a saved family yet in my heart there's a rift,

I'm selfish and worldly, not like I should be,

I was too young and too restless when I'd received,

Not realised how crucial praying would be in my life,

It was the first time where it mattered and that is why,

One day I will take my last breath and call it death.

And rather than meeting my God in the sky,

Eternal life will be agony, retribution I'll cry,

And I think back to this time and wish I'd still tried!