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.
