“Naive…”

I am alone on another planet.

This planet tortures my soul and sanity.

I am crazy, depressed and lazy.

I cannot cry, I am hard as stone, and I am raging.

My thoughts are negative, I am starving for understanding.

I miss being a kid, except my parents being commanding and demanding.

I know God, but no God.

Why was I born, don’t tell me to bless the world.

Logotherapy for me is therapeutic writing.

My mind is a pearl.

But no one seems to notice, or pay attention.

I want to be around good souls, I want to be in heaven.