Intense.

Free to waste his life away,
forget about everything and waste his days.
He wants no one with hands to lend.
Fuck religion.
Fuck family.
Fuck his friends.
He's going to die alone when is all comes to an end.
He has a problem,
that no one will fix.
Where's God to help him?
Where's God to answer his prayers?
"Gone." he said. "Who cares."
"He's there." They say. "Have hope and pray."
Where is the hope?
Where is the hope?
"Gone." he'd say. "It's gone."

written by: Tanesha Schalk.